Xiaocheng's tiny paws clutched Yan Ye's pant leg, tugging forcefully.
Yan Ye didn't know how to comfort his son and after a light sigh, he squatted down, hugged him into his arms, and waited for him to finish crying.
But the crying persisted until it was dark.
At dinner, the butler asked Yan Ye with utmost diligence, "Young Master Yan, will you be moving to another house?"
Ever since the breakup with Lian Xinying three years ago, Yan Ye had never stayed in the original villa again.
"No," he said firmly. An important reason not to move was that Xiaocheng loved the scenery here.
There were mountains and water here, and the view was second to none.
After the butler acknowledged with a sound, he looked at Xiaocheng with great pity.
The child was so young and without his mother by his side; how pitiful!
If Lian Xinying had never existed, the blow to the child wouldn't have been so severe.
