Rong Ning helped Song Tang up and rubbed his head, his heart instinctively showing some affection, "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"
"No, it didn't hurt! My mom says I have tough skin, so no matter how I fall, it doesn't hurt!" Song Tang grinned, stuffing the malt candy into his mouth casually.
It was clear his name wasn't given in vain; he really loved eating candy!
Song Huaining knew he wouldn't get hurt, so he didn't even step outside but shouted from within, "If you don't come back right away, don't expect to have dinner!"
Song Tang quickly responded, "Mom, I'm coming!"
He said, grabbing Rong Ning's hand and pulling him into the yard, "Father, come on, let's have dinner together! My mom's cooking skills have gotten better and better recently!"
Rong Ning froze, "What did you call me?"
