Mmm, a pleasant taste.
These little things might not have much power now, but once the transmigrator becomes famous, these so-called trivial matters will easily turn into a fatal poison, clinging to her like maggots on a bone, slowly eating away at her from the inside.
Shen Lang raised a slender hand and pointed discreetly toward one of the people recording a video. Zhang Binghua understood at once. With a deep look in his eyes, he stood up and walked directly toward that person.
The spot she pointed to offered the best possible angle, ensuring the resulting video would present the truth of the matter in the most comprehensive and objective way.
A short while later, Zhang Binghua strolled back. He gave his phone a little shake in her direction, a faint smile on his face.
"...Got it."
