Suddenly, a cry of "Wow!" came from behind. Zhao Zhao, who was already losing his balance, was caught off guard and frightened. The strength in his hands loosened, and he fell down in an instant, landing heavily on his butt on the thick carpeted floor.

Meanwhile, Rong Yu, who was completely unaware, was still arguing in the group with his suddenly furious relative.

The carpet was thick enough and Zhao Zhao didn't fall very high, so it didn't hurt much. But looking at his father who didn't even glance at him, Zhao Zhao's mouth drooped and tears as big as beans rolled down his fair cheeks.

A loud cry instantly came out from the cub's mouth. Rong Yu paused typing on his phone, looked up, and met the eyes of the delicate cub with red cheeks sitting on the ground crying.

"You really don't look like a monkey. After all, monkeys are much more powerful than you." He typed the last word slowly, put away his phone and walked slowly towards Zhao Zhao.

His heartless peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, and after looking for a while, he bent down his noble body and picked up the crying child.

"Your face is as red as an apple." He poked Zhao Zhao's red and tender face and smiled nonchalantly, "Since you don't want to sleep, go play with the puppy at home."

I don’t know if he didn’t realize it or didn’t care about Zhao Zhao falling down at all. He casually held the hiccuping child in one hand and looked at his mobile phone in the other.

"Rong Yu! You bad guy! I'm going to complain to grandpa, wuuu..." Zhao Zhao bent her body, raised her buttocks, and pressed her little feet against Rong Yu's chest, not wanting to get close to him at all.

Seeing this, Rong Yu really put him down. The big and the small stood on opposite sides, as if in confrontation. "Go and file a complaint," he thought to himself, anyway, the old man had been tricked by him to go abroad.

The departure of the only person in the family who could control him made him particularly calm.

He straightened his messy clothes calmly and said coldly, "Anything else? If not, I'll go to the company. Don't bother me if there's nothing else."

At the same time, Zhao Zhao's mind-reading ability took effect, and he heard his inner voice in his ears, "Raising a child is really troublesome. Dating is more enjoyable."

Rong Yu was going to leave him and go date someone else.

Zhao Zhao stopped crying and sat on the ground looking at him sadly. When she saw him turn around and really wanted to leave, she raised her hand and grabbed his trouser leg tightly, refusing to let go. "Bad Rong Yu, you lied to me, I hate you!"

"Oh? You hate me?" Rong Yu chuckled, his pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes looked at everyone with preciousness, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there was no trace of emotion in the depths of his eyes.

Teasing Zhao Zhao was no different from teasing a normal dog, and it wasn't anything special to him.

Seeing the cub's red eyes staring at him stubbornly, Rong Yu lowered his eyes and asked in a flat voice, "Do you know what hate is, little brat?"

"Of course, hate means dislike. I don't like Rong Yu!" Zhao Zhao repeated again, and this time the answer was louder than his crying. Obviously, such a young child already understood what hate and like were. It can also be seen that Zhao Zhao did not seem to like him.

It seems that in his memory, Zhao Zhao has never called him dad.

But it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t like Zhao Zhao, so naturally he doesn’t have any big feelings about it.

He lived a bohemian life, smoking, drinking, racing, liking extreme sports, and beautiful women. He changed lovers faster than he changed clothes and loved freedom, freshness, and excitement.

As such, he is destined not to want to be trapped by children for the rest of his life.

"Auntie Wang." Rong Yu dialed the phone, "Come to the second floor to pick up Zhao Zhao." After hanging up the phone, he directly pulled Zhao Zhao's hand away.

"Rong Yu!"

The child started crying again, his small footsteps clacking as he chased his own pace down the long corridor on the second floor of the mansion.

The crying was so miserable that the hard-hearted Rong Yu couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his swollen chest, and then he walked faster.

If he is caught by Zhao Zhao, he will never be able to escape. This kid is domineering and stubborn, like a dog-skin plaster.

If the adult really wanted to leave, the cub would not be able to catch up with him no matter how fast it ran. After a while, the pink figure disappeared at the end of the long corridor.

Zhao Zhao stopped crying and gradually cried softer and softer. When Aunt Wang found him, he had completely stopped crying.

"Young Master, why are you sitting here? The ground is cold, get up quickly." Aunt Wang quickly picked up Zhao Zhao, touched Zhao Zhao's extremely red face, and asked worriedly, "Why are you crying?"

The young master is in poor health and is very prone to illness when his emotions fluctuate greatly.

Zhao Zhao just frowned, curled his lips, and turned his head away. "I'm not crying!" He looked at the end of the corridor angrily, and said through gritted teeth, "Auntie Wang, where is my grandfather? Is he home?"

Rong Zhaoran had just spoken to his grandfather who was about to go on a trip not long ago. When he heard that he couldn't sleep and was about to board a plane, the old man felt very distressed and instantly changed his mind and decided to go back home. He is probably almost home now.

"I've gone home. The old man is reading a newspaper in the hall now."

Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up much faster than he had imagined, and he immediately became excited.

With his grandfather around, Rong Yu is doomed.

When he was carried downstairs by Aunt Wang, he heard his grandfather's voice scolding Rong Yu from a distance. Obviously, Rong Yu's plan to escape had not been successful.

"Dad, didn't you go on a trip? How come you came back in just one day?" Plans cannot keep up with changes. Rong Yu finally lured his father to travel abroad, but he didn't expect to see him again in the Rong family mansion today.

"Hehe, Zhao Zhao has been suffering from insomnia recently, so how can I have the mood to travel? You bastard, you don't care about such a big problem as your son's insomnia, and you even want to run away. I think you are tired of living." Mr. Rong, who is nearly sixty years old, is full of energy. He picked up the orange beside him and threw it at him.

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