Li Beinian was at a loss.
Obviously there was a clue lurking somewhere, but she seemed to be missing it. This was the most frustrating feeling.
Flustered, Li Beinian threw her cell phone aside.
The phone bounced off the soft blanket and landed firmly on the pillow.
She had already folded up the blanket on the bed. It was sitting there neatly like a piece of tofu.
The couple's double pillow was also piled in the corner.
Li Beinian stared at her bed and sighed after a long time.
Forget it.
Why torture myself!
Li Beinian put the matter aside and scrolled to the next photograph.
This time, the photograph was a little different.
A portrait of the Lin family?
Father Lin and Mother Lin were seated while Lin Kerou, Lin Yuxin, and Lin Ya stood apart.
