Shen Fangli lowered her head to look at the photo, then looked up at Yan Xianjue again. After repeating this several times, Shen Fangli finally couldn't hold it in anymore. "How does this look anything like you?"
It wasn't that the delicate little child in the photo wasn't cute, but no matter how she looked at it, his style was completely different from the face he had now!
How had someone who'd been even skinnier than her as a child grown into someone who could now sling her over his shoulder with one hand?
What exactly had Yan Xianjue gone through over the past decade or so!!!
Yan Xianjue looked at Shen Fangli's utterly shattered expression, thoroughly confused. "Shouldn't the main point be where this photo came from?"
"It couldn't be that your dad had nothing better to do and used AI to make it, right?"
"I don't think he'd be that bored. What do you think?"
Shen Fangli's mouth twitched. "...I think so too."
She turned the photo over and saw handwriting identical to that on the other photos. That confirmed it—it had been written by her dad.
The ballpoint pen ink had blurred slightly with time, but it didn't affect their ability to make out the simply recorded date and location.
Shen Fangli said uncertainly, "Isn't this amusement park abandoned now?"
Yan Xianjue's expression became a little complicated when he saw the address. He silently nodded.
There was no other reason: that plot of land was now one of Yan Xianjue's investments.
Ji Xi had even reported the investment's progress to him last month.
But that wasn't the point right now. He turned the photo back over and pointed at the third person, who was a head taller than the two of them in the picture. "How likely