Bai Ruozhu took another look at Jiang Xuexiang, whose every demeanor radiated scholarly refinement, appearing as a well-read middle-aged man. Unlike Jiang Chenshi, his tone and manner lacked harshness, presenting a facade of deep affection in the face of Jiang Yichun. Yet, Bai Ruozhu's impression of him wasn't particularly positive, perhaps even less so than Yao Yuxuan, who competed with her in business at home.
"Dad, is that Brother Yichun?" the young Jiang Yihong asked. Curiosity filled his eyes as he examined Jiang Yichun, yet there was no malice in his gaze.
Jiang Yichun was six years older than him. Although Jiang Yichun hadn't really played with him during their childhood, he was six when Jiang Yichun left the family, leaving behind a vague yet persistent memory.
Confronted with his cousin, Jiang Yichun's mind involuntarily conjured images of the boy, snot-nosed, chasing after their father and son for a kite.