Before Song Baiyan could join the conversation, she pursed her lips and smiled faintly: "I remember my agreement with the Song Family, if I really wanted to acknowledge the child, I wouldn't have stayed away all these years."
With that said, her grip on the teacup tightened, and she looked back at Song Baiyan.
He still looked as she remembered him.
Only, it had been eight years since he last wore the camouflage uniform. Now sitting across from her in a shirt and suit, having been honed for many years in the political arena, he seemed more stable and restrained.
When she saw the news of Song Baiyan's election victory, she couldn't describe how she felt.
That's why she sought the position as an accompanying translator this time.
Years ago, in the living room of Song's Mansion.
She nodded and personally agreed to move abroad from then on.
But watching her child being carried away by the nanny, and as Song Baiyan also stood up to leave, regret began to grow in her heart.
