Recently, Xirong ziye had been recuperating well, and his health seemed to be in good condition.
He listened to his subordinate's report and said coldly,""Is this true?"
His voice was as cold as ever, and he sounded like someone who had accumulated power for a long time.
As long as it involved Bai Yaoyao, Xirong ziye had to take it seriously.
He loved Bai Yaoyao. He loved her very much. Even now, Bai Yaoyao was the most important person in his heart.
Not only was it important, but it was also the Cinnabar hemorrhoids on his chest that couldn't be touched.
He could not forget her, so he could only choose to hide all his thoughts and give her his blessings.
As long as she was happy.
To Xirong ziye, his health was not very good, and the only person he missed was Bai Yaoyao. Now, he had a son too.
His son had half of his blood. No matter how bad the child's mother was, he had to bear this responsibility.
