Xiao Yu typically wouldn't look at these things; he just took them to Su Miaoyan to pass the time.
This time, Su Miaoyan had no leisure to look at them and had the steward set them aside.
But when the steward picked them up, the wind blew, and the first sheet of poetry fell down. Su Miaoyan picked it up casually. She wasn't moved by the poetic talent, but instantly she saw the simple name at the signature: Xiao Ning.
"Xiao Ning? Who is he? Is he the person we just met?"
Su Miaoyan handed the poetry sheet to Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu, initially calm and composed, felt his heart tremble hard upon seeing this name.
Xiao Ning.
The name of their son.
Was this a coincidence or intentional?
Xiao Yu determined that naturally, it leaned more towards the latter.
But he had to admit, this poetry sheet, this name, caught his attention.
