"Calm down, calm down, put the gun down. I mean no harm." The blond-haired, blue-eyed man raised his hands in a surrender gesture, still holding a camera.
The flash just now came from the camera.
Sheng Ning sized him up and down. She indeed often saw such street performers and realized that her reaction was too sensitive. Once she confirmed there was no danger, she put away the pistol.
"I'm a photographer. I just thought the way you smiled would be beautiful, so I couldn't help but take a picture of you." The photographer looked helplessly at the hand that had just held a weapon, and at the stroller beside her, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Are women so tough nowadays? One hand with a child, the other with a dagger.
"Go away!" Sheng Ning said coldly and pushed the stroller forward.
The man shook his head helplessly, wanting to catch up and ask her name but remembered the cold attitude, so he held back. He came to this street often, hoping there might be a chance to meet again.
