This number, even if not saved in his phone, he would remember it.
Besides that circular pendant, this number is currently the only thing associated with Zhuo Anan.
He walked to the table, took out a delicate box from the drawer, and then took out a pendant from inside.
In normal times, during training or missions in the army, he couldn't wear it on him, so he had to put it away first.
Over the years, Lu Mingfei had been carefully keeping it.
The pendant still looked as it did back then.
Not a single small diamond on it had fallen off.
The photo mounted on the pendant was still as new as ever.
Lu Mingfei looked at the childhood photo of Zhuo Anan, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
Back then, he already knew that when Zhuo Anan grew up, she would definitely be a beauty.
Sure enough, she has grown even prettier now, like a blooming jasmine, exuding a faint fragrance, making people unconsciously want to get closer to her.
