When his chest touched Lu Haimi's, Lu Zhan's eyes suddenly seemed to come from Hell. He glared at the female photographer: "Pull me away! Otherwise, the first thing I'll do when I turn around is to kill you!"
Although Lu Zhan's voice was weak, the murderous intent in his eyes still scared the female photographer.
She shivered, almost dropping the camera in her hand, but remembering her task, she quickly snapped a few shots and then forcefully turned Lu Zhan over.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, I had no choice, I'm leaving now, leaving now..." The female photographer clutched the photos and rushed out in a panic.
Lu Zhan had never felt so disgusted!
He wasn't a misogynist, but at this moment, Lu Haimi by his side seemed so disgusting!
His brow furrowed deeply.
...
"Thank you for your hard work." The old steward saw the female photographer run out and said with a bitter smile.
