He immediately fetched writing supplies and began composing a letter.
After he finished, he had Fang Shuwen look it over. The two of them discussed it briefly, and once they confirmed there were no errors, Fang Mingxuan hurried off.
The various clan branches had their own methods of contact—extremely secret and swift, ensuring they couldn't be detected.
After sending the letter, Fang Mingxuan returned to the main hall and looked at Fang Shuwen.
"When you have time, you should pay a visit to the main branch."
"I don't think that will be possible this time."
Fang Shuwen said softly,
"In two days, I have to go overseas."
Fang Mingxuan froze, unable to hide his disappointment.
'Even though I have my son back, he's always out and about. We're lucky if we get to see him even once a year.'
'The time they get to spend together is just too short.'
He glanced at Fang Shuwen and began, somewhat hesitantly,
"Shuwen, what if we move to Julu City?"
"Hm?"
