Xiao Yu's desk was filled with portraits of Su Miaoyan; each day he would paint countless images of her in his secluded time, missing her deeply.
He looked at each portrait with rapt fascination.
But after reminiscing, his eyes were filled with a deep malice, so heavy it made him want to destroy everything!
Hua Qingluo arrived soundlessly, Xiao Yu being unaware. When he looked up, his gaze fell upon the unconscious child in Hua Qingluo's hands.
Xiao Yu's brows furrowed with a cold expression, "Why have you brought him here?"
With the Crown Prince gone, Jiang Du City would surely be under martial law, making it easier for them to be discovered here.
Hua Qingluo's face concealed, her overly pale hands revealed, she dropped Chu Heng at Xiao Yu's feet, "Your son was taken because of Chu Yihan; now, I've brought his son to you, as a gift to vent your anger. How about that?"
