Gu Lanxin's complexion became increasingly anxious. She had finally obtained a clue and had successfully won the auction, but then it had disappeared without a trace for three whole years. In the end, she had no choice but to send her son away.
Now, just when hope had resurfaced, could it be yet another false alarm?
Could it be that the child really had no place in the secular world—that he could only live peacefully in the temple amidst eternal lamplight and ancient Buddhas?
Gu Lanxin's eyes reddened slightly, her voice hoarse, "Where is the Shariputra now? Has it been lost..."
Her superior clearly sensed something was off. At this moment, Police Officer B brought over some tea. He took it from Officer B's hand and placed it in front of Gu Lanxin, saying softly, "You should have some tea and calm down. Things aren't as you think; it hasn't been lost, and we'll be able to retrieve it soon."
