Qi Chen stared intently at Xia Yangyang.
After a while, he finally spoke, "Yes, we have a son together, his name is Xia Ye."
"Xia Ye, isn't your last name supposed to be Gu?"
"The child does not carry my surname but yours. There's a story behind that, which I'll tell you about later."
Xia Yangyang responded with an "Oh," then asked, "Can I meet the child?"
"You are his mother; of course, you can see him. He has been very worried since you disappeared a month ago."
Xia Yangyang expressed her gratitude politely, "Thank you."
Each polite phrase from Xia Yangyang struck Qi Chen like a whip.
And this whip was covered with barbs, tearing into his flesh, causing unbearable pain.
At that moment,
the server brought the dishes to the table.
Qi Chen said, "These are all dishes you used to love. You might not remember their taste anymore."
Xia Yangyang felt a twinge of sorrow, "Did we use to come here often?"
