Shen Jue probably didn't even notice himself that his voice was trembling slightly as he spoke.
Rong Qingqing suddenly looked up in the direction where she had just taken the photo, but where was the shadow of that old man now?
"Let's go, let's ask in the village." Rong Qingqing dragged Shen Jue and headed back.
Shen Jue was dragged several meters by Rong Qingqing before he slowly came back to his senses. The surprise in his eyes hadn't faded, and the stormy waves in his heart were beyond description.
"Maybe it's really just a coincidence that they look alike." Shen Jue stopped and pulled Rong Qingqing back with him, "If it really is my dad, and he's been alive all this time, there's no way he wouldn't have contacted us by now."
