Afternoon.
In the President's office of Mu Group.
Zuo Zhan had organized and filed all the information he had found and handed it over to Mu Shaochen.
"Sir, this is all the information we've gathered these past days. The only certainty is that Miss Qin's mother had a past with the man she saved," Zuo Zhan reported.
Mu Shaochen skimmed through the content at a glance.
The handsome arch of his eyebrows formed a sharp edge, "Still no luck with the photos?"
"Yes, Sir," Zuo Zhan responded, his head lowered.
"According to the information we have, I went to the photography studio that took their pictures back then, but it has long since ceased to exist."
Decades had passed, making the search exceedingly difficult.
"Sir?"
After a moment, Zuo Zhan looked up and called out to Mu Shaochen again.
Mu Shaochen continued to focus on the documents without lifting his head, "Go on."
"Miss Qin's mother has been deceased for many years. Could her old photos be in Su Yushan's possession?"
