The face of Gu Yingyue in the photo was plain, with no trace of familiarity in the features.
Bai Youyuan furrowed his brows and continued to look through the photos.
A picture of Ling Can caught his attention. The thirteen-year-old boy already seemed mature. He had fair skin, a youthful face, but his eyes told a story.
Those eyes...
Bai Youyuan enlarged the photo, stared at Ling Can's eyes, and then looked at Baidie: "Aunt, this child's eyes are shaped like yours."
"Let me look." Baidie took the phone and examined it, then said, "Indeed, these eyes are like mine."
"Could it be inherited across generations?" Bai Youyuan asked.
Baidie said, "Let's ask Bai Xiao and collect a drop of her blood for careful analysis. If Gu Yingyue really is part of our Bai Family, you must find a way to bring her back."
"Alright."
