Suddenly, Zhao Zimang's phone rang. He only glanced at it before stuffing it back into his pocket with an impatient look on his face.
"Boss Su, can we get Yan Xia a different photographer? Her demands are just too much, plus she's calling me 24/7, I really can't take it anymore."
Feigning ignorance, Su Jian asked, "Is it because she's taken a liking to you?"
Zhao Zimang's face was a picture of resistance, "Then I definitely can't take photos for her."
Teasing him, Su Jian said, "I hear Yan Xia comes from a pretty good family background, and she's also quite attractive, just a bit hard to handle in terms of temperament. Aren't you considering it?"
Zhao Zimang replied, "She's too spoiled and willful, suffers from a serious princess syndrome—a regular guy like me can't afford to attend to her. Plus, I'm kind of delicate mentally, I can't handle people saying I'm clinging to a rich woman, so forget it."