Chengye's heart still ached for the child, Jixuan.
"Jixuan, you go ahead. Your mom and I will talk in private," Chengye said to Jixuan.
Jixuan nodded. "Okay."
"Jixuan!" Nianzhen said anxiously, "Mommy loves you! Jixuan!"
Jixuan still looked at Nianzhen. She was happy and quickly asked, "Jixuan, when are you free to come home? I'll personally cook something you like to eat."
"When did you learn how to cook?" Jixuan smiled faintly, but his smile did not reach his eyes.
Nianzhen was just saying that. She didn't know how to cook. The auntie at home was in charge of everything.
She had said this many times, and Jixuan had always just listened to her.
When they went back to eat, it was still the auntie who cooked. Jixuan never said anything.
Why did he suddenly ask this so seriously?
