"You bring a camera inside the security check area; what are you doing if not sneak photography?" the person asserted. "A paparazzo now has the right to talk back?"
Paparazzo?
Chu Zhiyi was stunned for a second before suddenly recalling the group of fearless fans outside the airport.
"Are you Li Sijuan's assistant?" Chu Zhiyi scanned him up and down.
"And you still say you're not a paparazzo?"
"Compensate."
Chu Zhiyi's eyebrows revealed a touch of impatience as she took off the cracked lens and put it in front of him, her voice cold, "The lens is broken because of you, along with damage to the camera."
"You dare ask me for compensation?" the assistant couldn't believe it.
"This lens, one hundred and twenty thousand."
Without further argument, Chu Zhiyi asked, "Transfer or check?"
"Why don't you just rob me? A paparazzo sneak-shots our celebrity and has the audacity to ask for compensation—do you believe I'll expose you?"
"What happened?"