Tang Shu shook the camera in her hand, indeed scoring full marks in logic.
Since she was the one being filmed, there was no problem at all.
The reporter choked on these words and, seeing her casual movements, a look of panic appeared again on his chubby face.
"Miss Tang, please be merciful, be merciful! This is my brand-new camera!"
That thing was his bread and butter, worth more than several months of his salary. He really couldn't afford for it to break.
Tang Shu looked at him, with snot and tears all over his face, and was quite speechless.
"If you care about it so much, why do you always use it for the wrong purposes?"
If he didn't come to take pictures of her, wouldn't there be no problem?
"No, no, this time it's different. Our Jiayu Newspaper Agency intends to promote Miss Tang positively this time. It's just that we don't have any photos at hand..."
So, he had come to stake her out.
