The face at the edge of the photograph—well, only half of it was visible—but that eye, Xiao Moli had a vivid impression of it.
His expression grew even darker. If before, he had no clue regarding An Ziqi's disappearance, now, after seeing this half face, he had a rough idea.
And why the mysterious Delaney Family suddenly emerged in public after remaining hidden all this time—it was all related to them.
This photo, like a gust of breeze, dispelled the fog that had been shrouding his view for days, giving him a glimpse of the truth.
He tightened his grip on the phone, immediately calling to arrange people and a plane, preparing to head to Loulan.
After arranging everything, he looked at the photo again.
In his heart, there was a rare moment of hesitation. If this was the truth, then this incident was definitely not directed at An Ziqi, nor was it a personal grudge.
Just as he was thinking, the phone in his hand suddenly rang.
