Rong Yan seriously suggested, "Dad, if you're worried, why not sleep on the floor in this living room tonight? It's spacious, quiet, and no one will bother you!"
Rong Wenming: ...
Still, my own dear daughter? What kind of absurd idea is this?
At that moment, he understood his old partner's feelings.
"Sigh, just joking with you. What kind of person is my mom? She's so open-minded and cheerful, knowledgeable and reasonable, and..." He couldn't continue.
Rong Wenming: ...
Madam Rong just walked back in, "Humph, no matter how many nice words you say now, it's too late. Tomorrow morning, you'll be drinking porridge!"
Rong Yan, "Mom, could you add some rice or something to it?"
Drinking porridge... people who don't know would think the worst.
It successfully eliminated her appetite.
Fortunately, the family crisis had been averted.
However, Xu Guilan indeed couldn't keep her mouth shut.
She returned home in a daze.
