Ye Xianxian remained silent, followed by a barely audible bitter laugh. Xiao Feng still harbored some resentment towards him as a father.

Soon, his chiseled, refined face showed a hint of relief. For the two of them to face each other so calmly today was already a rare occurrence. What more could he ask for?

Over the years, the number of times they had met could be counted on one hand.

Their relationship was distant, as expected.