Su Junhui felt like a tightly wound alarm clock the moment he sent out all his sister's photos. He was constantly waiting for the moment the spring would release.
Su Junxian stood at the doorway of the study, not disturbing him.
After an unknown amount of time, a response came from the other end of the computer.
"During the matching process, the data was intercepted for a minute. In this interval, it was detected that someone had attempted a match, and their information was subsequently locked."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure. If you're not at ease, let your brother try to match it again."
"I'm sorry, it's not that I don't trust you; this matter is just too important to me."
"I understand. I'll also analyze it in detail. Tomorrow, have a professional artist draw what she would look like grown up. Approaching it from this angle will also be very accurate."
"Thank you for your trouble," Su Junhui said, then immediately called Su Junying.
