Rui He was just about to take the picture when Renault suddenly interrupted him.
He took off his gloves, tidied his slightly curly brown hair, swept the strands over his forehead back, and straightened his black military uniform.
After putting his velvet gloves back on, he looked around the entire room. He finally chose a spot by the window, then nodded calmly. "Take it!"
"Take a few more."
Although Rui He was on the verge of breaking down inside, he dutifully got to work.
After changing locations and angles several times and taking more than a dozen pictures, the photography task was finally complete.
Renault stared at the photos on his Smart Brain, looking through them again and again, but he could not find one that satisfied him.
"Which one is better?"
Rui He was a little exhausted. He sincerely replied, "They all look good."
No matter which angle one looked at him from, his commander was the most perfect man in the world. Otherwise, even the Princess of the Saint Ya Empire would not have been so determined to marry him, the enemy she was supposed to hate.
Renault stared at the photos for a long while before suddenly saying, "Doesn't the black outfit look a little gloomy?"
The more he looked at them, the more he felt that black was unsuitable for photographs. Renault rose and walked toward the bedroom inside.
"I'm going to change into something white. Adjust the camera."
Rui He: "..."
Did this have to be so elaborate?
Did this have to be so complicated?
It was only a photograph. Couldn't he just take one casually and send it over?
No wonder the Old Marshal always said that the commander was fussy. Today, Rui He had experienced it firsthand.
Rui He looked at the enormous