Nan Zhe's fingers were burned. He gasped and shook his hand in pain.
He was in no mood to care about his burned hand. His attention was focused on his childhood friend's phone. "What is it? Show it to me!"
His childhood friend placed his phone on the table and turned it toward him. "Here, it's this WeChat Moments."
Nan Zhe picked up the phone and narrowed his eyes to look at the photo carefully.
As if he did not believe it, he clicked on the photo and zoomed back and forth, looking at the details.
Seeing that his eyes were burning as if he was going to stare until a hole appeared in the phone, his childhood friend was a little puzzled. "Don't you know about this?"
Nan Zhe gritted his teeth.
He knew nothing!
Looking at the date of the photo, it was indeed the night of New Year's Eve.
Hiss.
He took a deep breath and pressed on his heart. Oh no. It felt like a heart attack!
