Fang Zhi was the first to call and report to the police.
However, as they waited for law enforcement to arrive and apprehend the thief, He Mo remained restless in his arms.
"Put me down!" Lin Shu's eyes were absent, but she still struggled instinctively.
That photograph was the only proof she had of her grandmother, mother, and herself together.
It was also her only warm memory from the past twenty years.
If even these were to disappear, then there would be nothing left shining in her life.
"Lin Shu!" Fang Zhi's hand tightly gripped Lin Shu's struggling legs, "What's more important than your life?"
Lin Shu's mind was in chaos, unable to listen to anything.
"It's not okay, not okay. I must restore the photos... mother, grandmother..."
Lin Shu spoke intermittently, her words indecipherable, but Fang Zhi gleaned understanding from her fragmented sentences.
He had instructed He Mo to meticulously investigate her background.
