Li Chang leaned back in the chair, phone clenched tightly in his hand. His gaze was locked onto the screen, unmoving.
Xie Fang frowned, "Xiao Ba... can you zoom in on the phone?"
Xiao Ba rolled his eyes. So possessive even before confessing? What will you do when you two get together?
Xiao Ba snapped his fingers, magnifying the screen. The moment the screen sharpened, Xie Fang's chest tightened.
A video was playing. On the screen, a young, sickly boy could be seen walking down the street—completely unaware of someone following him.
The boy shown was none other than—Xie Fang.
Xie Fang's eyes sharpened. He looked at the boy on the screen closely and came to a conclusion.
That's not me.
A strange heaviness settled in his chest, a mix of confusion, unease, and something he couldn't name. His jaw tightened.
Is that... the original owner? The real Xie Fang?
