"You wait on the sofa for a moment!" Leng Zirui whispered softly, walked over to open his computer, quickly accessed his email, pulled up the photos and information, then brought the computer over, placing it on the coffee table in front of Luo Xiaoqian. He sat next to her, raised his hand, and pointed to the Caucasian man on the screen, "Have you seen this person before?!"
Luo Xiaoqian looked carefully at the photo on the screen. The man in the photo was about thirty-something, dressed in a sharp suit, with an average appearance and nothing particularly distinctive.
"This... looks somewhat familiar." Luo Xiaoqian smiled at him a little embarrassedly, "But I'm not sure."
It was just a brief encounter, and the other party was a Westerner with the most common brownish-yellow hair and white skin, the most ordinary appearance. Without any special facial features, it was impossible to leave a deep impression.
"Is there something wrong with this person?" Luo Xiaoqian asked.
