Zhou Xiaotiao decided to give the photographer one last chance.
This time, after finishing a set of moves with a final wall-backflip, he landed steadily on the sand.
Zhou Xiaotiao stood up, habitually wiped his face, flicked off the sweat, and his gaze instinctively swept towards the guy with the badge.
He looked flustered, and his face wasn't looking good either. Zhou Xiaotiao took a deep breath, and the exhilaration from exercising was instantly smothered by a more intense frustration.
"Where are the photos?"
Zhou Xiaotiao walked over, his voice slightly breathless, but he couldn't suppress his impatience.
The sunlight was too glaring, so the photographer squinted, turning the camera screen towards Zhou Xiaotiao.
The moment the screen lit up, Zhou Xiaotiao almost choked on his own breath.
What the hell is this?
