Mick stared at her chest, narrowed his eyes, suddenly laughed, and casually took the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter whether I explain or not. When we get paid, you'll know it's much more than the money you made from the pictures you took before. With your help, my mother will have the money for her treatment. Thanks to you!"
Lala looked at him in disbelief, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.
"What are you talking about? Are you just doing this to make quick money? Aren't you getting back into photography for your old ideal?"
Suddenly, the three people at the game machine burst into laughter.
Mick touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, spread his hands, and picked up the dusty camera on the cabinet.
"Mmm, the ideal is still here!
"What are you still standing there for? For my ideal and mom, take off your clothes quickly and take another set of photos!"
Seeing Lala pursing her lips and standing still, Mick wanted to take off her clothes.
"Didn't you agree to help me make money for my mom's treatment? Anyway, your boyfriend doesn't mind, so don't hesitate. I will give you half of the money, ok?"