Seeing his wife’s anxious look, Rong Yan hugged her and patted her back gently, coaxing her, “Don’t worry, we’ll go back immediately. With mom and grandfather around, nothing will happen to Little Shuai...”
“I hope so...”
..
Rong mansion.
In the incomparably luxurious nursery, there was a snow-white handsome boy on the crib. Although his facial features were not fully developed, one could already tell from his brows that he was a handsome young master who could charm thousands of young girls.
Beside the crib, the old man Rong, who was still dignified and domineering despite his age, and the elegant Jiang Peihua, as well as butler Zhang and a group of servants, surrounded the crib tightly, their faces were filled with helplessness, anxiety, and worry.
Even the old man Rong, who had been the overlord of the Shang family for decades, could not do anything in front of this pink-like baby great-grandson. His old face was wrinkled with worry.
