Yan Luoxi's heart jolted. She bent down to pick up the photograph, her face filled with shock and uncertainty, "Li God, this photo is..."
Li Yeqi's expression changed slightly. He reached out to take the photo and said calmly, "This is a photo from another case. It must have been mixed in with the materials by accident. It's nothing."
Yan Luoxi grabbed his wrist in one swift motion, her gaze fixed intently on the photo as she asked, "Is this person dead?"
Li Yeqi rubbed the tip of his brow. Since she had already seen it, there was no way to keep it from her any longer. He nodded, "Yes, she's dead. She's Xiao Xiaoxiao."
"Xiao Xiaoxiao?" Yan Luoxi was both shocked and amazed. She knew about the recent news—Xiao Xiaoxiao had committed suicide in her own apartment, and she had thought it was a true suicide.
"It's her."
