After Rong Xingyu hearing that, he couldn't help rubbing lightly against his brother's hand. His eyes under the soft light shone like black obsidian.
"I know. I'm sorry, Big Brother, for making you worry."
"And your Fourth Brother too!" Rong Zishan quickly added from the side, raising his hand.
Rong Xingyu burst out laughing.
He looked at the two of them and asked, "By the way, Big Brother, Fourth Brother, have you eaten yet?"
The dining table nearby was so spotless that it looked like a mirror. Could it be that they had been waiting for him this whole time without eating?
Even though it wasn't too late, Rong Zhenqiao didn't want Rong Xingyu to tire himself out cooking again, so he nodded.
"We've eaten already. Xiaoyu, go rest early. I'll head back first."
Just as he stood up, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his stomach.
Rong Zhenqiao's expression changed instantly as he pressed a hand against his abdomen.
