Fu Shiyi followed his movent and sat down directly. Guan Yu looked at his sycophantic manner, rolled his eyes, and walked behind Fu Shiyi to put the photos back on the table.
Fu Shiyi casually glanced over, eyes widened, and turned back with a smile to look at Nangong Qiang.
"Wow, you really dare to shoot anything."
Nangong Qiang awkwardly scratched his head, "Just making a living, accidentally shot, it’s all fate!"
"Who gave you this photo?"
Fu Shiyi pointed at the tabletop, it was an old photo from ten years ago.
The people in the photo basically gathered the entire upper echelon of the Imperial Capital.
If I rember correctly, it was when Su Wanxin was having a birthday, Fu Shihan was studying abroad and specially flew back for this occasion.
Fu Shiyi was also in the photo, but she herself didn’t have a copy, so she was curious about where this paparazzi journalist got it.
"This one!" Nangong Qiang smiled even broader: "Hacked into Shen Xiaochen’s computer a while back, found it there."
"Shen Xiaochen?" Fu Shiyi turned to et Guan Yu’s eye, then gave a aningful smile.
Gotta hand it to him, Nangong Qiang deserves his reputation as the industry’s top paparazzi; he’s got so skills.
At least his ability to collect information matches his na a bit—he’s got so strength.
"And this one, where did it co from?" Fu Shiyi pointed at another photo on the table, curiously asking.
The photo’s environnt looked a bit strange, like it was taken on a bus or subway, but everyone knew the proud Young Master Fu would never take such public transport.
Fu Shiyi was embarrassed to even criticize her brother, who was too refined to an extre—he wouldn’t drive cheap cars, let alone take a bus. It didn’t exist.
So the photo’s authenticity is questionable, but looking at the person in the photo, it really is Fu Shihan.
"This one... this was found online. One or two years ago? I don’t rember the exact ti."
Nangong Qiang scratched his head, frowning as he spoke.
"Just idly scrolling through Weibo, saw soone saying they encountered a super handso guy with a strong presence on the bus, thought it looked like President Fu and saved the photo casually."
Nangong Qiang picked up the photo and looked at it earnestly, then asked Fu Shiyi.
"It is President Fu, right?"
Fu Shiyi hesitated and shook her head: "I don’t know, I’m not sure."
"..."
If his own sister isn’t sure, what can be done?
Nangong Qiang awkwardly put the photo back on the table, then thought for a mont and suggested: "Why don’t you take the photo to him and ask?"
Fu Shiyi leaned on the table, studying the photo, looking at the man in the photo and the woman buried in his arms.
This height difference really looked like it could be Fu Shihan and Su Wanxin.
But what if it’s mistaken? Plus, her brother didn’t even rember past events; if accidentally annoyed him... that’s scary.
Fu Shiyi turned to Nangong Qiang, asking: "Didn’t you say it was my brother who asked you to co? Then you go ask."
"Well... wouldn’t it be easier for you to ask?"
"I don’t dare." Fu Shiyi justified: "I’m afraid of him."
"If you’re afraid, I’m even more so!" Nangong Qiang stepped back, shaking his head repeatedly: "No way, I’m not asking."
Guan Yu looked at their reactions, sighed, and didn’t have the position to call Nangong Qiang a coward either.
He frowned at the photos on the table, muttering: "What did President Fu eat growing up? Such a strong presence."
"I don’t know." Fu Shiyi stood up, pocketing a particular photo. "Sothing cute, I guess."
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