Yang Nanqiao placed the peeled apple on the table. Although it was peeled for Ren Zhongyuan, he simply did not hand it to him.
Ren Zhongyuan picked up the apple, crunched it, and took a bite.
Ren Zhongyuan clutched his cheek, looking pained: "Ouch, my dentures..."
Yang Nanqiao laughed heartily, which was rather unkind.
Yang Jinchuan, along with Tuantuan and Gu Jinghuai, had just reached the door of the ward when they heard the old man's laughter and knocked on the door.
He knew that his father would not suffer any losses in front of Ren Zhongyuan.
That's how we've gotten through all these years, hasn't it?
The door opened, and Yang Jinchuan placed the fruit basket and supplements he had bought aside.
"Uncle Ren."
Ren Zhongyuan looked at the composed Yang Jinchuan with admiration in his eyes: "Old Yang, your eldest son is really good, he's just like you."
Yang Nanqiao said with a smug look, "Of course, it's just that you're a little bit less handsome than I was when I was young."
Ren Zhongyuan: "..."
Old Yang is as narcissistic as ever!
Tuantuan walked out from behind Yang Jinchuan, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
The flower opened, revealing a small, plump face the size of a palm, which made Ren Zhongyuan's eyes light up.
"Where did this little dumpling come from? He's so cute!"
Yang Nanqiao: "This is my precious granddaughter. Isn't she adorable? Am I wrong?"
Ren Zhongyuan initially thought Yang Nanqiao was boasting, but now he realizes that Yang Nanqiao was narrow-minded.
This isn't just likable, this is extremely likable!
Ren Zhongyuan suddenly remembered something else: the person who saved his life was none other than the little dumpling in front of him.
What's a good gift to give to a little dumpling?
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