Jiang Cheng looked at Qiu Qingqing's casual demeanor and sat down on the chair next to her. "When did you find out about this place?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Just now," Qiu Jiqing said.
"Just now? Then how did you know about this photostudio?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Heard about it," Qiu Qingqing said, seemingly reluctant to elaborate.
Jiang Cheng, being considerate, didn't ask further.
Not much time passed before a noise came from the entrance; it seemed like someone had returned. As Jiang Cheng stood up, he saw the door being pushed open by someone. The person who entered was a man, looking to be around forty years old, wearing glasses, giving off a cultured vibe. However, his clothes looked similar to those of ordinary people, except he was wearing a cloak-like garment, covered in a lot of snow, his hair sprinkled with flakes, making one think he was an elderly man with white hair at first glance.
