"As long as she didn't photograph you, that's good."
Chu Xinian still remained calm, found a handkerchief to wipe her forehead's sweat, and continued leisurely, "Whether it appears in the newspaper or not is not something I care about."
Her long eyelashes fluttered, Qin Yiren suddenly realized. The reason Chu Xinian suddenly took action was that he saw that woman turn the camera towards her, not because it was the agreed end time.
Unintentionally receiving care from the man, her expression was complex as she bit her lower lip and softly said, "I'm not a public figure, you don't have to worry about me."
"But you hate this kind of thing, don't you?"
Speaking, Chu Xinian put away the handkerchief, his slender fingers pressed the floor button marked with jewelry accessories, and he chuckled, "We timed our visit to the mall well, just when there aren't many customers; otherwise, it might cause a commotion."
