Oof.
Rong Zhenqiao felt like an arrow had shot straight through his heart.
Wasn't Rong Xingyu the one who had never even stepped into a kitchen before? How did he suddenly learn how to cook?
"Don't you have a housekeeper at home?" Rong Zhenqiao frowned. "He already has a full day of classes, why should he cook by himself after that?"
"I told him the same thing, but Xiaoyu wouldn't listen. He said he likes doing it himself. Hah, maybe that's just how much love he has for his fourth brother~"
Rong Zhenqiao sighed tiredly and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Enough with the nonsense."
"Oh, and he's been practicing for some kind of play recently. He said he's going to perform during the school anniversary celebration. But when I asked what play it was, he refused to tell me anything. He wouldn't even let me come and cheer for him."
"School anniversary?"
Rong Zhenqiao thought for a moment. He seemed to recall receiving an invitation from Qibao Dwith School for that very event.
