Quan Jue looked at the woman in the photo quietly and saw the smile on her face.
He had never seen his mother with such an expression. Her smile was infectious. It was an expression only people who lived happily would have.
Before him, that woman was always filled with sorrow.
Quan Jue's expression did not change. His lips moved and his voice was slightly hoarse. "When did you take this photo? Why haven't I seen it before?"
Quan Jingzhou was also looking at the photo. His gaze was extremely deep and cold as he stared at the man in the photo. "If I told you that this photo was taken within the past two weeks, would you believe me?"
Quan Jue finally moved his gaze away from the photo. He pursed his thin lips and raised his head to look directly into Quan Jingzhou's eyes.
The father and son pair looked at each other in silence. Quan Jue wanted to see if there were any loopholes based on his father's expression.
