The cameraman looked as if he was facing a great enemy. He held the hem of the dress in his hands and was extremely flustered. He anxiously patted the mark on the hem. With a face full of self-blame, he said, "It's all my fault for not holding it properly! What should I do now? Sister Zhao, I didn't do it on purpose!"
Xiao Zhao's expression was as if she had eaten a dead fly. She glared at Chen Tong, then hurriedly squatted down and snatched the hem of the dress from the cameraman's hands to scrutinize it.
She had taken every precaution, but he had not been able to prevent this vicious woman from making a move on the gown. It was the first day they had met, and she could not wait to do these little tricks. She looked like a B*tch. How unlucky!
Xiao Zhao's heart ached as he looked at the skirt. The silk fabric was initially delicate, so when Chen Tong stepped on it, there was a stain that could not be removed, no matter how hard she tried.
