Timothy directly asked, "Uncle Ye, do you recognize the woman in the photo?"
Ye Rumeng seemed to have thought of something, and was secretly astonished for a moment.
Ye Wenshan nodded, "That's right, I know the woman in the photo. But this thing isn't mine."
"Who is she?" Ye Anqi couldn't help asking.
"An old acquaintance. However, she disappeared more than twenty years ago."
"What's her name?" Ye Anqi's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.
Her intuition told her that she must have a significant relationship with this woman.
"Her name is Shen Bingxin. If you also want to know why she looks so similar to you, then stay, and we will investigate slowly."
"There's no need for an investigation." Suddenly a deep, authoritative voice rang out.
Ye Anqi looked up and saw a tall man, with silver hair, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, speaking.
His silver hair was the same as that of the white wolf; no need to ask, he was the father of the white wolf.
