Rong Mochen looked at Rong Zhengfeng, a slight sourness welled up in his heart, and he furrowed his long eyebrows in empathy. His dark eyes were deep and serious as he said, "Mm. Momo's suggestion. She's worried you won't want to live with us, that you might find us annoying."
Rong Zhengfeng turned his head, showing the back of his head to Rong Mochen, raised one hand to wipe his eyes randomly, and without looking back at Rong Mochen, said in a coarse, hoarse voice, "At least you have some self-awareness! But, for the sake of Xixi and Hanhan, and my great-grandchild who hasn't been born yet, I'll make this sacrifice and agree to live with you."
Rong Mochen, "Uh..."
"Actually, you don't have to agree," after a moment, Rong Mochen suddenly said with a hint of melancholy.
Rong Zhengfeng's face suddenly twisted!
