Rong Yi instantly made a bitter melon face, "It's so difficult, I can't do it."
Rong Zidu: "..."
Is it really that hard?
Let me explain it again.
Another half an hour passed—
Rong Zidu pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, "Yiyi, I've explained it four times already, why do you still make mistakes?"
Rong Yi said, "I just can't understand it."
Rong Zidu: "Sigh—"
"Brother, stop sighing." Rong Yi frowned, "This is only the first question, there are five more after this..."
Before finishing his sentence, Rong Zidu again: "Sigh—"
Then followed more than two hours of agony.
It only came to an end because Duan Fei from downstairs called.
After answering the phone, Rong Yi's eyes lit up, quickly got up, "Brother, Dad's back and he brought durian for me."
Rong Zidu let out a long sigh of relief.
...
Rong Yi is just like Mom, she loves durian.
But Rong Zidu and Rong Moyong are alike, they can't stand that strange smell.
