As night fell, the snow grew heavier, bending the pine branches, and the whole world was a vast expanse of white.
Inside the study, the fragrance of the tea sweet as glutinous rice filled the air. After a brief chat among the four of them, Jiang Yanting made a call to Jiang Chengsi overseas, chastising him for the lack of progress in his investigation after so long abroad. Hadn't he even found out about the two children, or was it possible that he hadn't even uncovered that much?
At that moment, Jiang Chengsi was sitting in a small riverside café, drinking coffee and soaking up the sun as it bathed him in its wanton splendor. "Hello—Second brother?"
"How's the investigation going?"
"Still in progress."
"Did you know that I have two children?"
"Yes, I do."
"How long have you known?"
"Just a few days ago."
"Jiang Chengsi!" Jiang Yanting frowned. Such an important piece of information, and he had kept it to himself completely.
