As he was there to look for Xuxu, he didn't have any intentions to be a tourist. And so, he had no idea why such a photo studio could attract the attention of many.
"All these were old photographs taken 20 years ago."
"These were photographs of the rescue operations at the mudslide."
"This was the Prime Minister of our country back then."
Two people had come out of the photo studio. They looked around and discussed the photos they had taken.
Yan Rusheng was about to turn around to leave when he heard the discussion. He spun around and stepped into the photo studio, carrying his luggage.
The interior of the photo studio was much spacious and longer than expected. Warm lights shone on some photographs. Police cordons were also present, they surrounded some photos to prevent people from going near.
Yan Rusheng scanned through each photograph as he maneuvered through the crowd.
