Nie Chao really wanted to see what Fu Yunshen looked like when he got emotional, and even more so, he wanted to see this man go crazy and lose control.
He had developed this little bit of morbid curiosity recently.
A few minutes later, he received a leisurely reply.
"I'm relieved, that's her son."
"???"
Nie Chao ran his hand through his hair, feeling more and more that the decade-long romance he had pursued was a waste.
How could he, an elite who had been aware of love since elementary school, be any less comprehending of young love than an ascetic monk of twenty-three years?
**
Ying Family ancestral home.
Ye Suhe finished receiving the report.
"Jiang Ran?" She twisted her eyebrows, set down her teacup, and said indifferently, "I actually forgot about this kid."
She had never taken Jiang Huaping seriously.
Jiang Huaping had married well, having moved to the capital.
