When Rong Fangjun arrived at the Rong Family's courtyard, it was just past one o'clock. Having just finished his meal, he heard that his grandson had arrived and quickly instructed the servants to prepare another meal.
"No need to rush."
A low, melodious voice came from behind him.
Rong Fangjun immediately stood up. When he saw the young man with his elegant demeanor approaching slowly, his eyes were instantly filled with joy, and he exclaimed excitedly, "The third one is here! Come over and let Grandpa have a good look at you."
Rong Zhi's lips twitched slightly, feeling a bit of a headache.
Alright then, she should have been used to being called the third one by now.
Rong Zhi stood in front of Rong Fangjun, allowing him to circle her twice before she pulled him to sit down.
Rong Fangjun murmured, "You've lost weight, lost weight again. Just when it was difficult to gain some, now it's gone again."
