He Yahui said, "What did you say? Haha, you must be mistaken, are you the one in charge here?"
The photographer looked at her disdainfully,
In his view, these artists were nothing special. He thought of Ye Ning as just a popular artist, who got lucky. To them, only those who had succeeded in Hollywood and won awards were worthy of respect. Everyone else didn't deserve any face, especially these stars from Z Country. They didn't produce much, and outside of Z Country or Asia, they were unknown in places where people didn't speak Chinese, so they could bully them at will.
"You people coming in from Z Country really don't understand the rules. Here, I'm the one calling the shots, because this is my studio and the place where I create. If you don't respect my creativity, get out. Haha, I know that over at your place, artists are considered paramount, but sorry, here artists aren't worth much, especially you people from Z Country."
"You..."
Ye Ning stopped He Yahui.
