The night outside was as dark as ink, Leng Youchen reclined on the sofa, with a few scattered photos on the coffee table. Suddenly, the ringtone of the phone broke the silence of the night sky.
"Hello?"
"BOSS, we've found Wei Anjing." Lu Feng's low voice came from the other end of the call.
"Alright, I'll be there right away." Leng Youchen stood up, his figure tall and upright, and moved swiftly to the entrance. Lu Feng's hesitant voice came again, "But..."
"Speak directly, don't stutter." Leng Youchen subconsciously tightened his grip on the phone, glancing back at the photos on the coffee table. It was as if a breeze had blown past, lifting the photo and letting it fall to the carpet.
He didn't know if it was a mere illusion, but one of the figures in the photos seemed to have turned dull and lifeless.
"She's dead, and her face was destroyed."
Leng Youchen's pupils suddenly dilated, disbelief flashed in his eyes, "What did you say?"
