The temperature in the security room had dropped even lower, and Wei Liangzhe's body shrank, but he still didn't choose to leave the security room.
Because his attention was now captivated by the photos in the box.
Where did these photos come from? And what did they signify?
Two very important questions hovered in his mind, and the impulse to leave Quan Yun Apartments was instantly submerged by curiosity.
New photos appeared again, this time not black and white ones, but a color photograph. Wei Liangzhe picked up the photo, and the background in it changed again, becoming three rooms side by side that were much more upscale than before, at least not shabby and dilapidated.
"Why is every photo of a house?" murmured Wei Liangzhe to himself.
He was very puzzled and didn't know what these photos meant.
