Xia Qinghan's eyes were glazed as she looked at the photos on her phone. She moved her fingers around, zooming in on them from time to time.
When she was sure that the photos were not fake or photoshopped, her eyes grew wide and her breathing went haywire.
She bit her lips hard, and with trembling hands, she tapped on her phone's contacts.
Because her hands were shaking, it took a while for her to tap on Zhang Yiqi's number.
Looking at the "Connecting..." message on the screen, her heart grew colder and colder, and her hands and feet went numb.
When she got through, the first thing she asked was, "Do you often hang out with Haoming?"
The person on the other end, Zhang Yiqi, froze for a moment before replying, "Yes. We're on vacation now, so we're free to hang out a lot."
Qiao Haoming was her cousin, and young people often hung out together.
They often went out for karaoke and shopping.
