Yin Yue showed her phone to Shen Shiqing.
It was a photo of a note.
"The handwriting is indeed my mother's, I recognize it. But I have put away the original, after all, it's the only copy."
Yin Yue's voice carried a tinge of sadness.
Shen Shiqing took her phone and took a photo with his own phone.
Yin Yue did not stop him.
If there is still someone in this world she trusts, it is definitely Shen Shiqing.
However, Shen Shiqing immediately prepared to send the photo.
Yin Yue saw this and immediately stopped him!
She stared at Shen Shiqing, speaking sternly: "Shen Shiqing! I trust you and that's why I'm showing you, but that doesn't mean you can leak my privacy to others! If you dare to send it to someone else, from now on, I don't know you!"
Yin Yue's eyes were filled with heartache and determination.
Shen Shiqing tried to reason with her: "Trust me!"
