The Past

Song Haoran had probably hoped to see some anticipation in Luo Qiu's eyes.

But to his disappointment, Luo Qiu showed no special expression as he looked at the old photo saved on his phone. Instead, he asked curiously, "Mr. Song, are you hoping I can help you inquire about this person in the photo after I return home?"

Song Haoran froze, then smiled and followed his lead. "That's right. Many hands make light work. Even if the world is vast, we still have to give it a try."

He had never expected Luo Qiu to think this way. At first, he had even planned to investigate Luo Qiu's background if he could read anything useful from his expression.

He felt a strange sense of familiarity toward this young man... It was a sensation even he could not explain. Ever since he obtained the "Sun God's Emblem," however, his senses, intuition, and other faculties had been constantly strengthening.

Simply put, it was his sixth sense.

Thinking about it, perhaps his sixth sense was the reason he had walked down that street several days ago, entered that flower shop, and met Luo Qiu.

However... it seemed that even this increasingly "accurate" sixth sense could still make mistakes.

Although he had observed Luo Qiu several times and could indeed see similarities to his own father between Luo Qiu's brows, the world was full of people. Even without any genetic connection, two people could still look alike.

Song Haoran could not help feeling disappointed. His father, Song Tianyou, had spent his entire life wishing to find his brother. Yet that wish seemed so distant.

"I've never met this person, and I've never heard of him before. However..." Boss Luo fell silent for a moment before leaving his seat.

"However?"

"Please wait a moment."

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