He cupped the DSLR in his palm, his gaze lowered as he hummed noncommittally.
Shen Lang said, "Alright," and turned to arrange the next steps with the production team, paying him no further mind.
Yuan Zhao then looked at the paparazzo and said with a wink and a smile, "I'll buy this camera. Name your price?"
The paparazzo was taken aback.
…
Shen Lang got home very late to find an unexpected guest.
The moment she stepped inside and turned on the light, she knew something was amiss—the rug in the entryway had faint indentations that hadn't yet sprung back into shape.
Clearly, her uninvited guest hadn't been here long.
She frowned slightly, nonchalantly setting down her bag and changing into slippers before heading further inside.
