Is this how you ask for a favor?

Ye Jing’an lowered his head and opened his WeChat messages.

Yan Qingdu: Send me photos of Ye Yizhou as a kid.

Ye Jing’an didn't reply to Yan Qingdu's message. Instead, he called him directly.

"Hello."

Once the call connected, Ye Jing’an heard Yan Qingdu's voice and was about to speak, but the other man beat him to it.

"Send the photos."

Ye Jing’an: ??

"Bro, ask nicely. Is this how you ask for a favor?"

"..."

Ye Jing’an smiled a little smugly, waiting for Yan Qingdu to beg him, only to have it blow up in his face the next second.

"Hanging up," Yan Qingdu said coldly.

"Huh?"

Before Ye Jing’an could react, the call had already ended.

Speechless, Ye Jing’an called him again. "Seriously, what's wrong with you? Don't you want the photos anymore?"

"You're not the only one who has photos, and getting them from the others is easier than getting them from you."

In other words, Ye Jing’an had no leverage to play hard to get.

So it went without saying who should be asking nicely.

And compared with Ye Jing’an's agitation, Yan Qingdu's casual counterattack packed a much harder punch.

"I'll send them, I'll send them."

Ye Jing’an gave in within a second, then couldn't help asking curiously, "What do you want photos of Ye Yizhou as a kid for?"

"Send them first."

Yan Qingdu didn't answer his question.

"Tsk, don't we even have that much trust between us?"

Ye Jing’an complained disdainfully, but his fingers quickly searched through the cloud drive on his phone, picking out a few photos to send to Yan Qingdu.

"I sent them."

Ye Jing’an put his phone back to his ear and asked again, "What do you want the photos for?"

"Mm, hold on."

Who knew what Yan Qingdu was