"Have you heard of me?" Seeing the same expression on Han Yingying's face, Ling Wuxie asked knowingly.
Shen Mosheng actually found such an innocent wife, unexpected yet expected.
"As familiar as thunder," Han Yingying honestly said, "Have you found her?"
"I will find her." Ling Wuxie appeared indifferent, as if nothing could stir the slightest emotion in him.
But when he said this, there was a spark in his eyes.
It was a light of hope and confidence.
Having searched for seven years, anyone else would have long since despaired and given up.
Ling Wuxie was a strong person.
Han Yingying held him in high esteem, "You will definitely find her."
Ling Wuxie rarely revealed a slight smile.
Ever since Ling Xuexue disappeared seven years ago, he seldom smiled.
"You recognized me just from a photo?" Han Yingying asked curiously.
Photos are always somewhat deceiving, yet he recognized her just from a photo?
"You look just like the photo, it wasn't difficult to recognize."
