Just as the photographer was about to press the shutter, a black figure once again appeared in the lens, blocking the entire view.
He had never photographed such a good-looking person before, and now that he was being interrupted, he was in a very bad mood. Just as he was about to tell the person to leave, he suddenly realized that the person blocking the lens was his own boss?!
He immediately put on the brakes, swallowing back the words he was about to blurt out.
"President Zhan, hello!"
Zhan Qipei gave the photographer a cold sidelong glance and quickly took off his coat, wrapping Qiao Jing up tightly.
"Why are you here?"
Although he really liked the way Qiao Jing was dressed at the moment, only he was allowed to see her like this.
Before Qiao Jing could react, she was enveloped by the familiar scent of the man, wrapping her up tightly.
She was startled for a moment and looked up at Zhan Qipei.
