That boy, is he doing well?
"Tang Huai." Tang Peijun called out to Tang Huai.
Tang Huai stopped, her gaze coldly fixed on Tang Peijun: "What's the matter?"
Thinking about how Tang Peijun had treated her entire family in the past, even seeing Tang Peijun's miserable state in his old age didn't stir any pity in her heart.
If she had to say she felt anything, it was only a hint of sympathy. Seeing Tang Peijun like this, a trace of pity emerged in Tang Huai's heart.
Tang Peijun stood up, his murky eyes looking complexly at Tang Huai: "Is he doing well with his adoptive parents?"
Tang Huai nodded: "Very well. His family has only him as a son, his parents cherish him like a treasure, and their family is wealthy and influential. He himself is a good person and is receiving a good education presently."
Tang Peijun: "Can I go see him?"
