Tie Zhu suddenly remembered the person he had brought and quickly introduced him to Qin Ye,
"Qin Ye, this is Mr. Qin, he’s from Jing City and he’s come to find you for something."
Qin Ye turned to look at the man who had been staring at him all this time.
From the moment this man had laid eyes on him, Qin Ye had noticed his intense gaze.
And now, Mr. Qin finally spoke out, "Similar, he really does resemble..."
Although it was an indecipherable comment akin to a Tibetan Mastiff’s mumble, surprisingly, both Qin Ye and Rong Yan kind of understood.
Mostly because Old Man Qin had made a scene the day before, otherwise, they surely wouldn’t have conceived such an idea.
As for Tie Zhu, he was utterly baffled. What did Mr. Qin mean by ’similar’?
Was Qin Ye’s grandmother really the person he was looking for?
He was completely dazed.
Mr. Qin, realizing he was overly excited, took a deep breath to calm himself down, then pulled an old, yellowed photograph from his pocket.
He extended it toward Qin Ye, "Do you recognize the person in this photo?"
Qin Ye took the photograph and upon seeing it... he felt a surge of complex emotions, not expecting the search to actually bear fruit.
Because the person in the photo was his grandmother.
Although he had never met her in person, it just so happened that he had a copy of this very photo... Clearly, an extra one had been printed back then.
Mr. Qin was closely watching Qin Ye’s facial expression, and upon seeing his silent contemplation, he knew this was the relative he was looking for.
After so many years, he had finally found his kin, his feelings at the moment were indescribable.
"Qin Ye, she..."
Qin Ye didn’t say a word but turned around and left.
Mr. Qin:...
Everyone else:...
However, Qin Ye returned quite quickly, holding another photograph in his hand when he came back.
He silently handed the photo over.
Mr. Qin eagerly took the photo... and his pupils dilated in shock.
What he had brought and the photo Qin Ye presented were identical.
Had it not been for the fact that he was holding two different photos, he would’ve thought it was the very one he had brought.
Witnessing his expression, Tie Zhu quickly leaned in to take a look.
Holy moly! It truly was the same person.
Had he actually brought the right person?
Mr. Qin was struggling to recover from his shock; initially, seeing Qin Ye was an eighty percent guess, but now it was one hundred percent certainty.
"Qin Ye, I’m your cousin, Qin Zhen."
Rong Yan:...
Well, that’s quite a name—quite special indeed.
But Qin Zhen disliked his name so much that he preferred to be called Mr. Qin.
Qin Ye:...
Cousin? Does that mean a descendant of the old man’s other son?
"My father is the second younger brother of the old man, so I’m your cousin. The old man never remarried. He has always been thinking of your grandmother, and he sent me to look for her. We’ve been searching for many years, all over the country."
But they were always looking in the wrong direction, and coupled with the lack of information, finding someone was truly as difficult as reaching the heavens.



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