Wen Tong stood up: "Mom, I'm taking Hua Rong home."
"It's so late, why go back now?" Old Mrs. Wen looked at Hua Rong, "Xiao Rong, is something wrong at home?"
Wen Tong jumped in: "With your urgency, can she stay comfortably?"
"If we aren't anxious, can we manage?" Old Mrs. Wen gave her son a side-eye, then looked at Hua Rong, "Xiao Rong, mom's saying this not to rush you, it's just that this brat Xiao Tong has no plan, if we don't hurry him up, he wouldn't even know how old he is."
"Mom, I know." Hua Rong lowered her head like a mosquito's hum.
...
In the blink of an eye, ten days flew by, and the day before Wen Tong decided, Luo Feng hurried over from Beijing. Luo Ye welcomed him from afar, hugging her brother tightly: "Bro, I missed you so much."
Luo Feng affectionately ruffled his sister's hair: "Naughty girl, do you really miss your brother or just pretending?"
Luo Ye glared at him in dissatisfaction: "Of course I really miss you, how could you doubt me?"
