Huo Jingting suppressed the surging anger in his chest, "What else do you know?"
"I really don't know anything else." The waiter's head hung lower and lower. After a pause, he suddenly remembered, "Oh, I secretly glanced at that photograph."
"What was in it?"
"Nothing particularly special, just a photo of a person. She seemed to be held captive by someone."
As he spoke, he carefully recalled the photograph, "The person in the photo was very beautiful, around thirty to forty years old, and looked a lot like that young lady. It seems they might be mother and daughter."
Looked a lot alike?
In Huo Jingting's mind, a flash, could it be Cheng Susu?
"Sir..."
Before he finished speaking, Huo Jingting abruptly stood up and quickly strode out.
He took large strides, walked swiftly, and his figure quickly vanished from the store.
Afterwards, several men in black standing guard outside the store also left the premises.
