Ye Feifei was exuberantly proud, unable to stop bragging, "Xiaowan, tell me, did I nail this angle or what? The rich patron wants to bring the beauty into his embrace, and Shu Jiaojiao is playing hard to get – it's sizzling with ambiguity! If I sent this to a paparazzi agency, couldn't I make a fortune? I even have more front pictures of the rich patron! Wakakaka…"
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaowan quickly regained her composure. She grabbed the notebook from the coffee table and smacked Ye Feifei's head with it, sternly reprimanding, "Ye Feifei, if you want to die, just say so! Sis can grant your wish, but don't go out and get beaten like a dog by someone else!"
Ye Feifei, annoyed, pouted and touched her head, which didn't actually hurt, and bitterly complained, "I was just talking! I know he's powerful and influential, I can't afford to provoke him, okay!"
