He Songzhi didn't want Rong Fengmian to speak.
She had already accidentally lost Rong Zhi once, she couldn't lose him a second time. Of course, she didn't want to see her son and daughter turn against each other.
So she hurriedly spoke before Rong Fengmian, looking at Rong Zhi, she whispered, "Zai Zai, come here first, Mom has something to tell you..."
"I have something to say to you too." Rong Fengmian interrupted He Songzhi. The thin teenager looked arrogantly at Rong Zhi, the malice in his eyes unconcealed.
Rong Zhi had one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand, he tapped his forehead with two fingers, with a half-smile, "Alright."
Rong Fengmian was choked.
He had never been treated so distantly by Rong Zhi. Even during their recent cold war, Rong Zhi still remembered to take care of his life. This was the first time he felt Rong Zhi's indifference.
He Songzhi suddenly lifted the quilt to get out of bed.
