"Mom, you're asking so many questions at once, how would I know? Are these photos Xiao Wan's?"
The mother and son were both confused for a moment.
"Xiao Wan asked me to pick them up from the photo studio the day before yesterday. She kept calling these days to remind me not to open them. Today, she asked me to send them to the team."
Lin Yinghui frowned, remembering how his little sister had been leaving early in the morning and returning late at night recently. Maybe it was related to this.
Lin Yinghui didn't say anything and walked to the living room to call the team communication room.
Lin Wan had just called Mom a few minutes ago, why was she calling back already? Lin Wan had no choice but to return.
"What's wrong with Mom?"
"It's me."
"Brother, what's wrong?"
"What's the deal with the photos?"
"Huh, what photos?" Lin Wan quickly played dumb.
"Don't play dumb with me. We saw the photos you asked Mom to send."
