Song Heping picked up the stack of documents on the table without changing his expression and looked over them very thoroughly.
"What brand of camera?"
He suddenly blurted out a sentence that caught Simon somewhat off guard.
"What?!"
Simon thought he had misheard.
"What did you just say?"
Song Heping picked up one of the photos, turning it toward Simon.
"This one is taken with high precision,, artistic level is also very high, it's as if from three or four stories high. So I wanted to ask what camera you used, I might buy one myself, might need it in the future."
Simon stiffened like a statue.
After a moment, his complexion became increasingly unsightly, as if covered in a layer of dark mist.
It might have been the lighting, but his pale face seemed somewhat distorted and misshapen.