Dean Song took down a large handful of files from the shelf, "I don't remember the specific date, so I can only look for it slowly."
Luo Jun immediately came over, took the file in her hand, and rummaged through bag after bag.
"Go and do your work, I'll come find you."
"Then...you two are looking for it slowly. If you need anything, call me. There are a few families who want to see their children in the afternoon. I have to go and take a look."
The welfare home has limited manpower. Although Dean Song is the director, he also wears many hats.
The old files were covered in a lot of dust, and when they were turned over, they fell all over his body and face.
Luo Jun, who was always very tidy, frowned and coughed twice, but didn't pause at all.
Seeing this, Han Qing came to help and helped him bring stacks of files on the shelf and put them on the table.
The sunlight filtered in from the window, dyeing the dust in the air golden. As Luo Jun opened the file bag again and again, took out the information, checked it, and put it away... the sunlight gradually turned orange and gradually slanted westward.
The pile of file bags on the table gradually shrunk and was put back on the shelf by Han Qing, but Luo Jun still found nothing.
In my pocket, my phone suddenly rang.
He casually put down the file bag in his hand and took out his mobile phone.
Qiao Wei's number was clearly displayed on the screen.
"Mr. Luo, it's me. I hope I haven't disturbed you." Qiao Wei's tone was extremely flattering, "That's it, Qiao's Fenglin County will hold an event tomorrow. Can you please attend it?"
Joe's Maplewood County?!
Luo Jun pondered for a moment, "Have you finished filming your scene?"
"Yeah, I'm in the car now, rushing to the airport." Qiao Wei said.
"Very good." The corners of Luo Jun's lips raised coldly, "Then...see you tomorrow!"
Seeing that he agreed, Qiao Wei's tone was filled with excitement, "See you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Luo Jun casually pulled out the file from the file bag in front of him, "Let's prepare carefully for that matter. It's almost time to take action tomorrow."
Qiao's Maplewood County opening event, such a highlight, must be attended by reporters.
"Yes!" Han Qing also smiled after hearing this, "I've been waiting for your words for a long time."
Luo Jun gave a rare chuckle and glanced at the photo beside his finger, his eyes became serious.
On the yellowed archival paper, there is an old one-inch black and white photo. In the photo is a little girl about five or six years old.
Her long hair was braided and hung over her shoulders, and her big eyes looked timidly at the camera, as if she had just cried.
Luo Jun glanced sideways and looked at the name column on the side, and sure enough he saw three words written clearly on it - Chu Chenxing.
The door was pushed open, and Dean Song stepped in. "I just sent a few couples away. Let me help you find them too."
"I've found it." Luo Jun came over holding the information, "Can I make a copy of this information?"
Logically speaking, it is impossible, but due to the identity of the other party, Dean Song could not refuse, "Of course."
When he walked to the copier, Dean Song personally helped him make copies. Holding the paper and looking at the little girl on it, Dean Song just sighed softly as he recalled the past.
"I am very impressed by this child. She is young, beautiful, can speak English, can write calligraphy, and is well-behaved... Many people come over and take a fancy to her at first sight, but she is always unwilling...
...At the beginning, I thought she thought those families were not in good condition. Later, a couple studying abroad came and wanted to take her abroad, but she still refused to go. The couple really liked her and came several times...
