Yi Anguo actually really likes his eldest son, whom he hasn't met in eighteen years. After all, it's his firstborn son.
Even though he has several sons now, he still likes his eldest son very much. This guy looks just like a younger version of Yi Anguo, the Yi Anguo of eighteen years ago, embodying handsomeness, grace, and charm.
"Maybe your father isn't ready to take us home yet!" Guo Aihua said with a tinge of disappointment in her eyes.
"My dad is so rich; he must live in a big villa, right? There must be lots of servants too! What else does he need to prepare?" Guo Sian asked in confusion.
Guo Aihua didn't answer her son's question. She had a faint suspicion in her heart, but that suspicion made her uneasy.
If her suspicion was true, what would she do?
After all these years of waiting, can't there really be a perfect ending?
Yi Anguo returned home, looking somewhat out of sorts, as he was also wrestling with his thoughts.
