They said that coincidence made stories, but many coincidences had a certain inevitability to them.
There were only so many fun places in Star Luo. If they had come on the same flight, followed similar travel guides, and taken similar routes, running into each other was hardly surprising—Puyue Island was not large, and there were not many upscale hotels.
Strictly speaking, people vacationing here were fairly open-minded. Even strangers taking a photo together or posing for one was no big deal; everyone was here to have fun—though it was best to give a heads-up before taking pictures.
Quite a few people had photographed Red Sister and the others over the past two days, especially Red Sister, Zhang Caixin, and Good Scenery. All three were over 1.7 meters tall, with excellent proportions and three pairs of breathtakingly long legs.
But it was fine when other people took pictures. When this group did it, Red Sister was the first to object—had they chased them from home all the way overseas? Were they never going to stop?
She called herself Society's Red Sister, but she did not mind the occasional offense. She could even joke around with others appropriately. But when she saw them holding cameras and taking pictures, she walked over without a word, raised her hand, and slapped one of them hard across the face. Then she snatched his camera and smashed it fiercely onto the ground.
They were playing by the sea, and the ground was sandy. The camera would not shatter, but the lens and similar parts could certainly break.
That immediately set the other side off. Two young men rushed over, and one of them raised his hand and shoved her.
The guy who had been slapped froze at first, then picked up the camera and carefully inspected