"Xiao Qian ah!" Leng Lin patted her palm, "This is all I can say; you really can’t ask any more."
Luo Xiaoqian felt somewhat helpless, what Leng Lin told her was almost the same as not saying anything at all.
"Did something happen?" Seeing her look off, Leng Lin asked again.
"No, nothing!" Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly shook her head, but just then, her phone rang. Seeing it was Gao Jie calling, she hurried out towards the study, "You go ahead, I need to take a call."
She walked to her bedroom across from the study and then answered the call, "Gao Jie, what’s up?"
"I’ve found out: it’s a public phone in Switzerland," Gao Jie said on the phone.
A public phone!
Luo Xiaoqian was greatly disappointed.
Both leads had gone cold; how could she continue her investigation?
Wait.
No, there was still...
"Hold on a second!" Luo Xiaoqian walked into the small study attached to her bedroom, turned on the computer and entered her email, "Help me check another email address..."
After hanging up the phone, it was a long wait.
As she waited, she continued to ponder the entire sequence of events concerning this matter.
Pacing back and forth in her bedroom, she noticed a group photo on the shelf in Leng Zimo’s room and subconsciously stopped.
In the photo, Leng Zimo was only around twelve or thirteen years old, surrounded by several other young boys and girls.

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