In the small courtyard of South City, Du Sha relayed Tang Baichuan's words verbatim.
Compared to the grand affair of Tang Zhi learning about the Gou Chen identity, Tang Luo was actually more concerned about his two nephews. Although there are pros and cons to everything, those lascivious youngsters were quite impressive when it came to spreading their branches and leaves.
But Tang Luo still felt sentimental; he vividly remembered the little tail following behind him, the snotty-nosed toddler, and in the blink of an eye, this snotty little milk face had actually become a husband, a father.
This made Tang Luo suddenly lose himself in thought, as if yesterday's events were still clear before his eyes, yet it had already been such a long time.
