"Only the great-grandson of the Sikong family—Sikong Yueming survived alone..."
Phoebe frowned slightly when she read this part and stopped, looking up towards the side of the screen.
On the side of the news, there was a photo.
In the photo, a little boy stood in front of a mansion covered in ashes.
The boy had hair as translucent as snow, and a pair of eyes that were crystal-clear under the sunlight, showing a sparkling pink color.
...
On the webpage, there weren't many news articles related to Sikong Yueming, and soon after, the child disappeared, and no one knew where he went.
Phoebe turned off the tablet, noticed the wallet on the desk, and casually took it, pulling out the card Ivana Bennett gave him.
Ivana Bennett?!
Ivana, Bennett?!
What exactly is her relationship with him?!
He tried hard to recall something, but his mind was just a blank.
He couldn't remember anything.
However, his intuition told him.
