"Let me do it." He glanced at her arm.
Ye Ranran laughed through her tears, "It's actually fine."
It's just a camera, she wasn't really that fragile.
"My skills are better than yours."
Ye Ranran: "..." It seemed she had overthought the situation again.
Initially, those people were just watching from the front, but later on, they started reaching out their hands.
Madam Fan's mouth was sealed, and she couldn't shout even if she wanted to.
Before it all began, One had already screened the people present.
Those who couldn't play were invited to another hall, and naturally, the ones left were the more daring ones.
This hall had consistently served such purposes for years, essentially dealing with people like Madam Fan.
Under the lens of a high-definition camera, the humiliation on Madam Fan's face was crystal clear.
"Do you think if we send these photos to her husband, he'll go crazy?"
That was Ye Ranran's purpose.
