Rong Yanran couldn't help rolling her eyes, and was despised by this little guy: "That's what our father earns. I mean you will have the ability and money in the future, and you will realize your pursuits that you don't like."

Rong Zezheng saw that she was unhappy and immediately coaxed her, "Okay, sister, don't be angry, your pursuit is very pragmatic and happy, I promise," he patted his little breasts, "In the future, make a lot of money, learn real skills, and let my sister play all over the world and eat all over the world."

Rong Yanran shaved his little nose intimately: "This is almost the same." Luo Ziheng's figure flashed involuntarily in his mind. In the past, he had also made such a promise, such a beautiful and simple life, and was blocked after they had just understood each other's feelings.

"Sister, you are not happy." Rong Zecheng said affirmatively.

Rong Yanran was surprised, still smiling: "Little brat, what do you know."

Rong Zecheng was dissatisfied: "I am nine years old, not young anymore. The gentleman said he was very smart and talented." Seeing that Rong Yanran was still trying hard to rise, he said dissatisfied, "Sister, I am not a child anymore, it is your younger brother. If you are unhappy, don't laugh. It's even worse than crying."

Rong Yanran's smile froze and was about to get angry, but she saw that Rong Zecheng's face was filled with flattery.

He stood in front of him, raised his chest and asked in a rough voice: "Sister, why are you unhappy? Did someone make you angry in the palace? Tell me if anyone bullies you, and tell me, your brother will help you deal with him. If you miss your future brother-in-law, tell me, and I will help you find him."

Rong Yanran was about to flick his head, but he flexibly avoided it. Rong Zecheng ran away a little further from her and replied imitating a female voice: "Hey, I was angry in the palace and told you that it will also add to your troubles. I miss your brother-in-law, and you can't help if you know. Alas..."

Rong Zecheng's sighing ended up being long. A nine-year-old child with a innocent and childish look on his face, posing as a mature young man, was so cute. Rong Yanran's depression was mostly gone, and she pointed at him and started to laugh.

Rong Zecheng did not laugh, but continued to answer in a serious male voice: "Okay, since you refuse to tell me, I won't force you to answer. But I want to advise you, since ancient times, the most ruthless imperial family has been, and the struggles in the palace and the palace have been endless..."

Rong Yanran glared at the almond eyes: "Shut up, you little brat! Who taught you how to tell these things? How old are you?..." She chased after her, and Rong Zecheng ran in front.

Rong Zecheng ran so positive and flexible, and at the same time he did not forget to continue his imitation: "If you miss my future brother-in-law, there are some clues for me. Recently someone sent me a message saying that my brother-in-law would come here soon."

When Rong Yanran heard this, her steps immediately seemed to be stopped and asked hesitantly: "Are you saying true?"

Rong Zezheng saw that she stopped chasing her and turned around and gasped, "Of course, I said I could do something big."

Rong Yanran pounced on him excitedly again, and took great effort to drag him away for a few steps. It was not until Rong Zecheng protested, "Sister, don't hug him if you can't hold him, you will be exhausted by me."
Chapter completed!