Ling Feng felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment as he threw himself on his bed.
He really thought he was on to something with that old lady but the heavens just laughed in his face. He couldn't recognize any of the people he observed when she went into her house.
This task was proving rather difficult already. Starring at the ceiling with his back to his matress.
Ling Feng reached out for the file that contained all the information from the private investigator. He took out her photographs and trained his eyes on it as if to search it.
He heaved a sigh,"Wang Yu Yan, where could you be?"
His heart ached with a tiny of joy but the overall pain it has been so accustomed to over these three years.
Soon his phone rang. He quickly checked who it was.
As soon as he saw it was his father he flipped it upside down and placed it on top of the bed letting it ring on.
