"Shen, it seems like Wenya's son. That little fellow seems to like you very much."
"Yeah, I haven't gone to see him for a few days."
"Quickly go and see her. I'm tired of walking too. Yan Ming! Come over here for a moment."
"Coming, Miss."
Can you do it by yourself? " Chunyu Chen asked worriedly. Shiqing was still very weak.
"I am not alone. I have Yan Ming. No problem. Quickly go and see him. The little fellow probably misses you."
He missed him too. This child inexplicably made him worry. Not going to see him, other than Faang Shiqing being injured. And Tong Wenya. He deliberately let himself be cold. He thought to himself, "I don't even care about you. I see you as the God of Plagues. Why do you still want to stick to my son?
The arrogant Young Master Chunyu could have endured for a few more days, but when he saw the two shadows, one big and one small, he could not restrain himself.