Rong Meng hurried to serve soup for Rong Xian'an, "It didn't take long, if Little Zhi isn't used to it later, he can ride in the same car with me."
She finished speaking and chuckled lightly, "But I'm preparing for the math Olympic Competition recently, Little Zhi will have to wait for me, is that okay?"
Rong Xian'an took the bowl, his expression softened a bit, but hearing the latter part of the sentence, his brows furrowed again, without saying a word.
Ying Man beside him sneered, "It's not like there isn't another car at home, you're busy with both music practice and competitions, he's not a three-year-old child, why bother with him?"
Ever since tearing off the facade last weekend, Ying Man's disdain and dislike for Rong Zhi were unapologetically evident.
Because Rong Zhi's eyes, which were extremely similar to her mother-in-law's, had a haunting, exotic allure that always reminded her of bad memories from childhood.
