"Click!"
"Click!"
Li Changzhou knew, as he heard the sound of photography, that his wallet was going to suffer again.
"Do you have any idea what portrait rights and privacy rights are?"
"If that's how you want to put it, I can only sell you two months' worth of lunches," Li Qianxia said, not only unrepentant but also demanding a higher price. She was utterly lawless, showing no regard for the law or her brother.
At the same time... she also ignored the reality—Li Changzhou's wallet couldn't afford to treat anyone for two months.
Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou's face and saw the anger and helplessness he felt towards his sister. When his gaze shifted to her, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.
She too had a hint of a smile, "There's a saying in philosophy, what you need controls you."
The realization suddenly dawned on Li Changzhou, and he turned to Li Qianxia, "No photos, no living expenses for next month."
"Ah—"
