"How are Chaomu and the child?" After a long silence, Bai Xuan asked.
"They're both doing well."
"I heard Chaomu had another son in October."
At these words, a faint glimmer of light appeared in Bai Xuan's eyes, a light that shimmered with affection.
"Yes."
"Can... can I visit them?" Bai Xuan cautiously asked. He no longer dared to make too many requests, but he missed Chaomu and her son very much.
"You can give Chaomu a call," Shen Chi replied indifferently.
"Alright." Bai Xuan nodded.
Everyone has emotions; no heart is truly made of iron.
Shen Chi knew that, although Bai Xuan's feelings for Xu Chaomu were faint, they still existed.
Similarly, although Xu Chaomu wasn't close to this father, the ties of blood couldn't simply be erased.
Shen Chi didn't say much more to Bai Xuan. After he finished speaking, he left the Bai Family residence.
The Bai Family estate in early winter felt a bit desolate and chilling, devoid of much vitality.
