The photographer for the cover shoot was named Zhang Qing, a woman who appeared very decisive and probably in her thirties, with not a trace of a smile on her face. When Wen Qiao greeted her, she just barely nodded her head, seeming somewhat indifferent.
Wen Qiao liked her the moment she saw her. Who wouldn't love a sister who was both cool and aloof?
Jiang Yao glanced at Meng Meng, who was hovering around Zhang Qing not far away, raised her eyebrows, and whispered to Wen Qiao, "She's not trying to steal the photographer from you, is she?"
Wen Qiao put her index finger to her lips, gave a small shush, and whispered back, "Even if she tried, she couldn't."
Wen Qiao went over to greet the photographer and the staff first. When Zhang Qing saw her coming, she spoke in a cool tone to Meng Meng, "Miss Meng, we're about to start working. Please go back to your photography studio."
Meng Meng's expression fell, and she pouted as if wronged.
But Zhang Qing didn't even glance at her.
