I Never Beg Others

The wind howled as it blew past the rustling leaves, carrying flakes of snow. As the wind hit one's face, it left a bone-piercing coldness...

The photographer was holding onto his mug as his assistant and other members of the staff were huddling up to hot water bottles. It seemed, everyone was there to watch a show. After all, every time a photographer taught a model a lesson, they would be guaranteed a good show... 

Before her shoot, Tangning lowered her head and whispered something into An Zihao's ear. Afterwards, with Long Jie's assistance, she made her way to her designated position. Long Jie looked down at the ice below their feet; the expression on her face changed, "The ice on this lake isn't thick enough. If we stay on here too long, it will eventually crack!"

After hearing Long Jie's yelling, the photographer roared back, "I've said it before. If you want to shoot then shoot, if not, then leave."