The editor-in-chief's voice suddenly rang out.

"Click!!!"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly stopped.

The photographer rushed to the editor-in-chief's side, excitedly shouting, "How was it? How was it? Editor-in-chief, did you get all those shots?!"

"It's just too perfect. For a moment, I was really moved by Miss Sulfur's affectionate expression."

"All we need to do next is cut out Mr. Lorraine's voice and edit the keyframe footage. Next week's magazine material will definitely sell like hotcakes!"

"Hahaha, you're rich! You're rich! You're a genius!"

"Not at all, it's all thanks to your excellent training, Editor-in-Chief."

In a short time.

The editor-in-chief and the photographer gathered together, as happy as children weighing 500 pounds.

Lorraine on the stage breathed a sigh of relief, but when he glanced at Sulfur out of the corner of his eye, he found the other man looking at him with a playful expression.

Lorraine remarked with emotion.

"Sulfur, were all those actions you just did an act? You're really something, no wonder you're a professional model."

Who knew?

Sulfur smiled gently and tilted his head as he spoke.

"Some of what I said is false, but some of it is true. Do you want to know which of my words are true?"

"Which words?"

"You want to know?"

"Um."

"Then take your time guessing."

"ha?"

Her filming work is over.

Sulfur didn't say anything more to the man. She took the initiative to walk off the stage, put her hands behind her back, and smiled leisurely with a playful and happy expression.

Let Lorraine behind him decide which words are true and which are false.