"Come on." Lin Huai Shu didn't move closer to her, "Look at the camera."
Qiao Lechu looked at the phone.
Then there was a person-sized gap between them, watching the socially anxious artist holding up the phone.
Lin Huai Shu's face was stiff from smiling, and the socially anxious artist didn't say a word.
Lin Huai Shu asked, "Did you take it?"
"I took a lot of pictures." The socially anxious artist said.
Lin Huai Shu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
But the silence was deafening.
Qiao Lechu couldn't help but chuckle, and at that moment, the socially anxious artist took several more shots.
"Boss, take a look, should I take more?" The socially anxious artist handed the phone to him without considering how Lin Huai Shu looked in the picture.
Lin Huai Shu took a look and only noticed that Qiao Lechu looked great in the pictures, completely ignoring his own appearance: "Hmm, nice, nice, very nice."
