"Mm!"
Bai Zhiqing gently nodded. Old Master Lu listened to Bai Zhiqing's words, and couldn't help but let out a bitter smile: "Zhiqing, do you think I didn't want to recognize him? The main issue was, at that time, who would believe he was Tianzhan's son? If it were you, I guess you wouldn't believe he was Tianxing either."
Bai Zhiqing was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Wait a moment, I'll get a photo for you to see."
As he spoke, Old Master Lu stood up and walked into the room. Soon, he came out with a photo in hand: "Zhiqing, this is an old photo of Tianxing. Would you recognize him?"
Bai Zhiqing looked at Old Master Lu with some doubt, but without hesitation, took the photo, glanced at it, and her pretty face instantly froze with disbelief. In the photo was a man in a military uniform. However, this man looked thin, dark, and skinny, resembling more of a malnourished figure akin to a stick.
