Li Erpang squinted his eyes.
The area Yi Lin pointed to was outside the pure white of Sheng Chunrou's photo, which happened to be a blind spot in his vision.
Who cares about the background when the characters are more interesting?
"ID: 1564? What's this? Are there over a thousand pictures?"
Li Erpang looked puzzled and swiped through several pictures up and down, but he didn't find this string of identifiers in the photo's blind spot area.
Yi Lin propped up his chin, his expression solemn, "Haven't you noticed that this string of numbers looks very familiar?"
"Familiar?"
Li Erpang widened his eyes, trying hard to see more clearly. Yi Lin's tone didn't seem joking, nor was he admiring Sheng Chunrou's size and whiteness.
"What the fuck?"
Ten seconds later.
Li Erpang slapped his thigh fiercely, his body fat quivering with the motion: "It's an Angel Envoy ID!"