"President Qin, I have something to tell you." Ah-Cheng's voice shook a bit.
Qin Chu didn't speak as he turned his head slowly.
"Although I don't know where Huo Siqian's private island is, I… know some pictures are locked in a drawer in his study."
"What pictures?" Qin Chu looked at Ah-Cheng calmly.
"Pictures of an ocean island"
"But all the ocean islands in the world look alike; it's hard to recognize which one it is." Qin Chu was a bit disappointed.
Yes, when you take a picture on the beach of Bali, Maldives, Phuket or Saipan, you'll find that they all look alike and that you can't tell one from another.
"But I noticed one picture was taken in a city with a recognizable landmark. I think it must be related to the island since this picture was together with the pictures of the island."
"Which place?" Qin Chu raised his eyebrows.
"Sydney Opera House."
"Australia?" Qin Chu suppressed his elation and appeared calm.