Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The man then took out one of the pictures, which was a picture of the child alone. It was taken of He Yiyi when she was three years and four months old, who looked much more beautiful with her hair combed in two pigtails. Her smile was innocent and brilliant.
“This was taken the day before we sent the child away. We sent the child to Orphanage the third, South District, Xicheng, Hai City.” Saying so, the man turned his face away, a touch of sadness lingering on his old face which was covered with vicissitudes.
Ye Hao took over the picture, looked at it carefully for a while, and then handed it to his wife, who appeared greatly disappointed.
He would send this picture to the media later, letting them publish it immediately. Children over three years old were basically grown in appearance. If her sister was still alive, she should be identified through the photo taken of her at a young age.
“Well, thank you for the information.” Ye Hao made a gesture of invitation.
So far, only the information provided by this couple was indeed useful. It could also be seen from the photo that the child they had adopted was exactly He Yiyi. After He Yiyi was sent to the orphanage, she should be adopted by other couples.
He turned to his wife, patting her face gently, saying, “Well, Yanyan, don’t feel sad. At least your sister must be alive.”
As long as her sister was alive, they would surely find her.
After that, Ye Hao called the largest online news media, and then published this photo of the three-year-old He Yiyi through the online media. At the same time, the nickname “Tangtang”, which was used by He Yiyi when she was three years old, together with the orphanage that used to adopt Tangtang, was publicized as well.
In the age of information, he thought, as long as Tangtang was alive, she would be able to see this information. And as long as she was willing, she could contact them.
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Su family.
Su Ye sat in the revolving chair on the balcony with seriousness, gently touching the green emerald ring on his finger. He had been sitting here for a long time, watching the sun rising from the east and then falling.
The evening wind blew his flaxen hair in great disorder, but he just sat here, eyes full of heaviness and coldness and his face white as snow.
After a while, a man rushed over. His name was Megan, Su Ye’s bodyguard, who had been with Su Ye for ten years.
“Sir! Here is the news.” Megan said excitedly.
Then he took out a dozen pictures from the black bag and handed them over to the man. These pictures were all of the same girl.
Instead of taking the stack of photos, Su Ye stared at Megan, unbearable pain and deep anger flashing through his eyes.
If he disappointed him again, he would fire him.
Megan said excitedly, “Sir, have a look, here is the Tangtang you’re looking for. This time, it is 80% accurate.”
Su Ye held his eyebrows tightly, finally looking at the stack of pictures. He didn’t know how many pictures he had seen these days, but he would find in the end that the person in the picture was not the Tangtang he was looking for.
“Where do these come from?” Su Ye took over the stack of photos, staring at the girl in her 20s or so with doubts. During the long stare, he became familiar with every facial feature for more than ten times.
Megan said, “I found it in Ye family. Since Mrs. Ye’s search for family members went public, more than 100 girls had been in and out of Ye family. I have done basic surveys of every one of them, but were ruled out by me at last.”
“Then who is this?” Su Ye flipped through the photographs in his hands, each of which he carefully looked at for several times. The more he looked, the more tightly he frowned.