Shu Wan wasn't particularly hungry, so she took the camera and snapped a few photos of the food and Fu Yang.
Eating someone else's food often meant owing them a favor, and Fu Yang could only let Shu Wan take pictures of him. He quickly finished an extra-large piece of crispy rice, which relieved his hunger significantly.
He finally spoke up, "You're not eating, why are you taking pictures?"
"Before I came here, your dad gave me ten million, telling me to take more photos for him."
"....." Fu Yang looked at Shu Wan speechlessly.
Although he wasn't quite a man yet, he vaguely understood the cunning thoughts of his old man.
Could the old fox really want to see him? He probably wanted to see Shu Wan.
[Ten million... Rich people really know how to play. If some old guy would give me ten million, I'd take a photo for him even when I'm taking a dump.]
