At that moment, Ren He really wanted to talk to Mrs. Ren about what ideals were, what truly should be the pursuit of a person's life, and if a person has no dreams, how are they any different from salted fish!
However, when the words reached his lips, they immediately changed tone: "If you want to listen, I can play anytime."
Yang Xi rarely saw Ren He adopt such a sycophantic demeanor, looking almost desperate to rush up and massage and rub his own mother's shoulders...
"My son has bought a Courtyard House, yet doesn't invite his own mom to stay for a couple of days. Fang whipped up spring rolls for me tonight, he said it's your favorite. I never even got a taste of it before," Mrs. Ren continued calmly.
"If you like them, just stay here and let Uncle Fang make them for you every day, right Uncle Fang?" Ren He quickly signaled to Fang with his eyes.
