On the desk, there was a piece of paper spread out, with a lifelike orchid painted on it, and the words "Zi'an" were at the end.

Zi'an is Bai Chu's courtesy name.

Zhao Chuchu walked in and saw a bookcase filled with books, both new and old. Every book was very clean, and it was obvious that the owner loved books very much.

Next to the bookcase is an open wooden box.

The wooden box is quite large and contains all kinds of toys, including dolls, rattles, kites, and all kinds of children's toys.

The little toy is clean and a little old, and it can be seen that the owner takes good care of it.

Zhao Chuchu remembered Wei Xuan's words. Ever since he was kidnapped as a child, Bai Chu basically never went out. These little toys were probably bought specially for him by Wei Xuan.

A box of small toys is a trapped childhood.

I heard that one of the kidnappers has escaped and has not been caught yet. Someone so cruel and ruthless as to hurt a child should be caught and beheaded.

After taking two more steps, Zhao Chuchu saw Bai Chu.

The boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, was dressed in spotless white clothes. Beneath the white clothes, he had a slender body. He lay on his side on the chaise longue, curled up slightly, a posture that showed insecurity.

He closed his eyes, and the half of his face that was exposed was delicate but pale.

He lay quietly, without a single breath. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Zhao Chuchu would have thought he...

Perhaps he heard footsteps, the boy's long and curled eyelashes trembled, and he opened his glass-clear eyes, with a hint of obedient softness in his eyes.

His gaze slowly moved upwards, and upon seeing the bright and beautiful woman before him, the young man's doubtful eyes widened slightly, and his plump, pale lips parted slightly as he whispered, "Who are you?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes, which seemed to be shining with light, became more defensive, like a young animal facing a strange thing, with caution. He shrank back and said in a slightly heavier voice, "What are you going to do?"

There was a faint smile on Zhao Chuchu's lips, her somewhat cold eyebrows softened, and her smile was contagious.

"My name is Zhao Chuchu, and your father let me in..."

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There was only Zhang Xiuyuan in the kitchen of Bai Mansion. The rest of the people who had worked in the kitchen had gone outside.

"Who is this guy? Why did Xingzi bring him to our place to cook?"

"I heard it was my husband's idea to make it specially for the young master."

"Oh, you really think the young master will eat anyone's food. And you kicked us out. Is it because you're afraid we might steal your skills? Do you really think you're the royal chef?"

"Hey, Master Sun's here." A man in his forties walked over from a distance. Seeing the group gathered together, he frowned and said with his usual sullen expression, "Why are you all gathered here? Are you so free?"

"Hey, Master Sun, you're finally here. If you hadn't come soon, your position as the head chef of the Bai Mansion would have been taken away. Today, we have a new chef..."

Since the female chef who had a conflict with Xingzi was driven away last time, Master Sun came into the mansion to replace her and made many dishes that the young master liked.

In the Bai Mansion, the young master has the highest status, especially whoever can make the young master eat has a higher status.

Xingzi and Master Sun gained their status from this, and the servants in the Bai Mansion did not dare to offend them.

However, they can respect and may not be as good as Xingzi and Master Sun, but they must never let an outsider suppress them.

As soon as Master Sun arrived, he started talking and stirring up trouble.

"Okay, shut up. Since it was arranged by my husband, he has his reasons. None of you should say too much."