It was a photo taken on Lu Yan's sixth birthday.
In the photo, Lu Yan wore a white gauze dress and had two small braids.
With a red dot between her eyebrows, she held a big apple in her hand and smiled at the camera sweetly.
The photo was taken by the professor and the backdrop was a small town in Denmark.
He guessed Lu Yan was living a carefree life with her father at that time.
If she could go back in time, she probably would choose to live this peaceful life.
Qiao Fei closed his eyes and planted a kiss on the picture.
"Yan… I'm waiting for you to come back. I'll wait until you come back."
"Mr. Qiao, the rebels in Syria sent us an order… They need ten people to fight in the war for three days; they'll pay 300 million USD."
"No."
"300 million USD is not a small deal. We can spare ten people," the subordinate said.
