Just as the reporter was torn between thoughts, unsure of what to do, the camera in her hand was suddenly snatched away by Wei Yu.
The latter stood up with the camera, a hint of sarcasm curling at the corners of his mouth.
The reporter wished she could find a hole to crawl into, to bury her head under her arms, to hide her face underground, how embarrassing! She actually thought...
"No memory card installed?" Wei Yu shook the camera, looking down at the reporter on the floor. His old man actually sent an idiot to follow him, clearly underestimating his son's intelligence.
"What?" The reporter looked up in surprise, unsure as she stared at Wei Yu, the previous embarrassment vanished—how could it be!
"I clearly remember putting it in!" The reporter stood up, enduring the itch from the soles of her feet.
Wei Yu obviously had no intention of returning the camera to the reporter. Seeing her stand up, he shook the camera in front of her, "Want it?"
