"Rules? What rules? Your rules for those paparazzi?" Mo Ying was furious. Her daughter and three nephews were almost photographed right in the face. If she could swallow this anger, she wouldn't be Mo Ying.
She snorted coldly, seeing that these reporters were trembling a bit after she spoke, obviously terrified of her, and she mocked them: "With such small courage, you dare to photograph children from our two families?"
"We have important matters today and don't want to waste time with you here." None of the five elders showed any intention to speak, clearly allowing Du Xixi and others to handle it themselves. Du Xixi lowered her eyes slightly, standing behind Ke Lian, saying, "Be sensible, delete all the photos taken today, and keep no backups. If you don't delete them, I won't mind asking the Mecha soldiers to help."
