The eve of war (8)

"Alright," he said.

Bai Xiaochen eagerly ran to Bai Yan's side and pulled her hand, an innocent and naive smile blooming on his small face.

"mother, let's go and bid farewell to great-grandfather and godfather now."

Bai Yan smiled lightly as she stroked Bai Xiaochen's head, her gaze turning towards di Cang. "Let's go,"

Di Cang nodded his head slightly, as if agreeing to Bai Yan's words.

the farewell to bai changfeng and the others was very simple. even though they were extremely reluctant to part with bai yan and her son in their hearts, they also understood that she had more important things to do.

Therefore, they would not stop him.

when bai yan stepped out of bai changfeng's room, a handsome face suddenly entered her eyes, causing her to stop in her tracks.

The man was as handsome as ever, just like young master MoShang, gentle as the wind.

"Di Cang, I want to talk to him. Can you bring Chen 'er and little long' er to the front and wait for me?"