Luo Zhiyong looked at Fang Pingying with a gentle smile, reached out to hold her hand, and as they walked toward the sofa, he said, "Now that things are done, I came back early to spend time with you..."
Before Luo Zhiyong could finish, the old aunt who had already reached the doorway suddenly turned around and, with a look of disbelief, asked Luo Zhiyong, "Your name is Zhiyong?"
"Huh?" Luo Zhiyong was a bit puzzled. Was his name that unusual? Weren't there many people with this name now?
Suddenly, Luo Zhiyong didn't react, just looked at Taotao in the distance.
Taotao probably also felt that her question was too abrupt, so she immediately smiled awkwardly and waved at Luo Zhiyong, "It's nothing, nothing, just asking casually."
