Guan Yi was so angry that he almost smashed his phone, while Li Zhe frowned as soon as he put down his phone. Guan Yi was Meng Yu's father, after all. No matter how calm he pretended to be just now, his heart was still beating nervously.
Li Zhe sighed softly and reached into the inner lining of his clothes to touch the photo that had accompanied him for more than ten years. In the next second, Li Zhe's expression changed. Where was the photo?
Li Zhe searched his clothes inside and out in a panic, but he still couldn't find the photo.
He tried hard to recall where the photo might have been lost. Could it have been lost in S nation? That shouldn't be the case. He didn't even lose his phone or some identification documents. He shouldn't have just lost the most well-hidden photo.
Or did he lose it at the hospital? It shouldn't be too. Had it fallen off when he was changing into the patient's gown?
Li Zhe quickly got up, grabbed his coat, and walked out.
