Ling Hui squatted in front of the paper box and looked at the portrait inside.
Ling Hui had never seen Tang Xi's mother, but Tang Xi did not look like Father Tang. He probably looked like his mother.
Tang Xi was extremely handsome and his mother was naturally a rare beauty.
Ling Hui was right. Tang Xi really looked like his mother.
When Tang Xi's mother was young, she must have had many boys wooing her.
Staring at Tang Xi's mother's portrait for a while, Ling Hui got up and prepared to look for other clues in the storeroom.
Suddenly, she heard a soft sound.
Ling Hui's heart tightened in fear.
No matter how bold she was, she was still a woman.
Hearing the sound, she still felt a little scared.
She slowly turned around and looked toward the door.
Seeing a tall black figure standing at the door, Ling Hui almost fell.
Then, the black figure said, "What are you doing here?"
