"This tattoo?" Qiao Yuxian opened an encrypted album on her phone and found an image to show Wen Mingcheng.
It was a hand-drawn image.
Liu Zhou also leaned over to take a look.
Indeed, at first glance, it looked both like a tiger and a lion.
But upon closer inspection, it seemed like nothing at all.
"It's this one," Wen Mingcheng said, "Where did it come from?"
"I saw it over at the Hacker Alliance," Qiao Yuxian replied, "I thought it was special, so I saved it."
"Do you know who it is?" Wen Mingcheng asked.
Qiao Yuxian shook her head, "No idea. I'll look into it some more."
"Okay." Wen Mingcheng didn't say anything further.
Not long after, he fell asleep again.
His body was already weak, and pushing himself to talk so much was surely exhausting.
Once he was sound asleep, Qiao Yuxian planned to leave.
Liu Zhou escorted her outside the hospital room.
As Qiao Yuxian was about to leave, Liu Zhou called out, "Sister Xian, you know whose tattoo that is."
