After discussing this matter, Bai Mengchen directly left Sun Liao’s villa.
She actually didn’t like Sun Liao very much.
If it wasn’t for this special matter, she didn’t want to have too much contact with this slippery loach-like man.
After Bai Mengchen left, Sun Liao stood at the balcony on the second floor, watching her receding figure.
At this moment, a five to six-year-old mixed-race boy walked onto the balcony. He raised his head and looked at Sun Liao. “Dad, who was that woman just now?”
“She was my former classmate from the Empire’s first Academy.”
“You like her?”
Sun Liao didn’t expect his son to be so sensitive.
He turned his head and looked at his son with a nostalgic smile.
“To be more specific, I did like her. After all, when your father and I were studying, I was too shallow. I just liked to look at her face.”
Back then, Bai Mengchen was good at her studies, had a good family background, and was beautiful. Many male students liked her.
