Listening to the Heart's Voice conversation, Yuezheng Yan was equally curious.
In his past or present life, he had never seen his own mother, not even a portrait.
On the way to the Yuezheng Family, Lu Xingyan took the time to glance at the portrait sent by the Old Sixth System, and the more she looked, the more astonished she became.
In her mind, she glanced at the portrait, then looked up at Yuezheng Yan, glanced at the portrait again, and looked at Yuezheng Yan once more.
"Senior sister, is there something on my face?" Yuezheng Yan tilted his head and looked at her with puzzlement.
She didn't get an answer from Lu Xingyan but heard her exclaim in surprise, asking Old Sixth, "Are you sure this is Liu Yingxue?"
"This is indeed Liu Yingxue,"
replied the Old Sixth System.
"Is this portrait not very similar to Liu Yingxue herself?"
"How could that be? This portrait was taken along with the information from the headquarters in the past; it couldn't be fake,"
she retorted.
