Meng Yu's gaze had just shifted when he caught sight of Li Zhe pulling out that thing.
Upon seeing that familiar photograph, Li Zhe was momentarily stunned, turning to Meng Yu with a perplexed expression. "How is this photo here in your possession?" he inquired.
Feeling slightly guilty, Meng Yu turned his head and whispered, "It just happened to end up with me."
Li Zhe rose, walked to Meng Yu's side, and pinched his chin. With narrowed eyes, he captured Meng Yu's gaze and asked, "Did you take my treasure while I was injured?"
Meng Yu looked at the photo in Li Zhe's hand, featuring him at the age of sixteen.
Hearing Li Zhe refer to the photo as a treasure, Meng Yu couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed as he said, "What do you mean, your treasure? I took it, rightfully so!"
