He sighed almost inaudibly. What to do, what should he do?
"What's this?"
Lin Qinqin's hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the photograph in his hand.
Lu Yin's eyes darkened, and his voice instantly turned cold, "Give it back to me!"
Seeing the people in the photo, Lin Qinqin naturally recognized Qiao An and Little Nuomi. She bit her lip, "Can't I just take a look?"
"I'll say it again, give it back to me!"
Lu Yin suddenly stood up, his tall figure imposing a sense of endless pressure on her. Lin Qinqin's heart trembled, and she subconsciously retreated.
Unintentionally, she bumped into someone, and she was startled, dropping the photo to the ground.
"Ah..."
With a low gasp, Lin Qinqin turned around immediately to see who she had bumped into. Seeing the person behind her, her eyes brightened, "Uncle Sheng, is it you?"
"Qinqin, why are you so lost?" Mr. Sheng placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her and glanced at the photo that had fallen to the ground.
