บท 66: Returning to San Francisco

Carlisle's house was as big as Miles', and as luxurious as a palace.

Tang Yu's heart ached. These rich people were really wasteful. They lived in such big houses all by themselves, yet there was not a hint of life in them. It was unbelievably sterile.

She searched through more than a dozen rooms and there was not a painting in sight, let alone photos.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, she finally found the study room. She pushed the door open before entering, and the smell of books filled her nose.

There was hope!

Tang Yu turned on her flashlight excitedly, preparing to search the entire room. First and foremost was the bookshelf.. True enough, there was really a photo on it.

She could not wait to look. She tiptoed, wanting to take the photo away. However, her fingertips were just a few inches short.

Just a little bit more...

Tang Yu stretched her arms, trying her very best to reach it.

Just a little bit more...