An Ji couldn't find it for a while, so Chuzheng walked to the door to look at him.
The boy, probably because he was anxious, had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his belongings were turned up in a mess.
Hearing the sound of Chuzheng's footsteps coming in, An Ji slightly raised his eyes: "I'll find it soon, just wait for me a moment."
Chuzheng nodded, signaling him to continue.
The study wasn't spacious, and Chuzheng looked at some photos on the wall next to the door.
They were all group photos, presumably graduation photos from different stages.
Chuzheng glanced over and couldn't tell if An Ji was in them.
However...
The one in the middle that looked like a high school graduation photo seemed a bit familiar?
Chuzheng took out her phone, opened the original owner's social circle, and quickly scrolled down.
The original owner had the same high school graduation photo...
