As soon as Qin Xingbao entered, the atmosphere in the room changed immediately.
His daughter's eyes were red, and her face was pale.
His wife didn't look good either.
As for his son, he looked a little helpless.
Qin Xingbao asked in confusion, "What are you doing?" Then, with his sharp eyes, he immediately discovered what his wife was trying to hide. "What are you holding in your hand?" He believed they were pictures.
Madam Qin and the other two didn't expect Qin Xingbao to walk in suddenly. This gave them no time to hide the photos properly.
Madam Qin smiled. The smile was very fake. She said, "It's nothing. It's just a few photos of Yan 'Er when she was young. Feng 'Er dug them out to reminisce."
Qin Xingbao was puzzled. "Why are Yan Er's eyes so red from crying if they're just pictures from when she was young?" Then, his expression changed, and he looked very stern. He said, "Give me the photos!"
