Song Zichen became even more depressed, pressed his hand on Lin Zhanyan's shoulder and said, "That must be something wrong with the photo."

Lin Zhanyan was a little confused, "What does it mean?"

"Because that photo has been too long and you have seen it too many times before there is no response." Song Zichen himself affirmed his guess, "Well, it must be like this."

Lin Zhanyan then realized that Song Zichen was unwilling to believe that she had no reaction to him.

How could this person be so natural even for narcissism?

"Song Zichen," Lin Zhanyan asked with a smile, "Don't you think there is anything wrong with this?"

"The wrong person is obviously you." Song Zichen suddenly approached Lin Zhanyan, as if he was about to bring the whole of himself into her eyes. "Look at me and tell me, you really have no reaction at all?"

Lin Zhanyan's respiratory tract seemed to be grabbed by someone. She held her breath, and for a moment, her eyes and heart were full of Song Zichen.

When she could breathe again, her heartbeat betrayed her.

Song Zichen looked at Lin Zhanyan’s heart and smiled.

Lin Zhanyan took a deep breath, "Rogue!"

She acted as a gesture to beat Song Zichen.

Song Zichen quickly turned his head and avoided Lin Zhanyan's attack. After his light caught an unusual figure, the man was holding something he knew very well - the camera.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Stop!"

The other party reacted quickly and turned around and wanted to run.
Chapter completed!