Having received Yu Chiyin's stance, Ling Hanxiao felt somewhat satisfied.
He looked around and didn't spot the figures of the two glutinous rice balls. Ling Hanxiao's brows slightly furrowed, and he couldn't help asking:
"Is it just you? Are your wife and kids still in Lingzhou?"
"Yeah, the elder over there likes the two children, and they've been separated from Axuan for so many years, so I let them stay there with their mother for some more time."
"You, as a devoted husband, can be so generous?"
As if to prove that they've grown up together as brothers despite not being blood-related, Ling Hanxiao saw through Yu Chiyin's thoughts immediately, pointedly saying:
"It seems you have someone here you're guarding against, and you dare not gamble with her and the children's safety, hence you decided to leave them temporarily in Lingzhou until it's safe to bring them back."
Yu Chiyin glanced at him, nodded, and with a smile said:
