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When he returned to the Rong residence and thought about how he had gone on a business trip, Young Master Rong felt bored.
He took off his suit jacket and draped it over his shoulders. His hands were in the pockets of his suit jacket, and his handsome face was breathtaking under the crystal lamp.
Similarly, there was also Handsome Rong.
He sat on the carpet and played with the wooden blocks. Jiang Peihua was watching TV while grandfather Rong was practicing calligraphy upstairs in the bookstore.
With one less person, the house felt a lot quieter.
Hearing the footsteps, Jiang Peihua said without raising her head, “You’re back.”
“Yeah.”Young Master Rong’s voice was muffled. He strode to the sofa and sat down. Looking at his son who ignored him, he couldn’t help but stretch out his foot and give him a light kick on the buttocks.
“Handsome Rong, didn’t you see that your father is back?”
Young Master Rong made a helpless gesture to wipe away his sweat. “So Annoying.”
