Rong Nian shook her head: "No need, Auntie. I still have a lot in my bank card. It was all transferred to me by Dad and you before."
He used to never spend money at home because there was nothing he had to pay for; whatever he wanted would appear before him.
As for the bank card with the 100,000 yuan deposited, it was actually given to him by Wange.
Because he couldn't remember his bank card number at all, his new social media apps and SIM cards were also from Wan Ge.
"Take this, you never know when you might need it. By the way, where are you staying now? Can you tell me? I'll feel more at ease knowing where you live."
Rong Nian still told the other party, and Madam Rong immediately had someone investigate.
Overall, it's a fairly ordinary residential area, but the security is decent. As long as no one knows Rong Nian is there, there won't be any problems.
After finding her ID card and bank card, Rong Nian said to them directly, "Then I'll be leaving now."
“Year after year.” Mr. Rong couldn’t help but grab his hand.
Rong Nian's eyes still held a hint of confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Aren't you going to have a meal with your father?"
Rong Nian shook his head: "Let's talk about it next time, Father. My sister is waiting for me to come back."
Mr. Rong saw that there was no emotion in the child's eyes when he looked at him, and in the end, he let go.
After waving goodbye to them, Rong Nian left immediately.
Actually, they weren't surprised when the doctor told them that Rong Nian had a mental illness, because it was so obvious that it was impossible not to notice.
The psychologist couldn't help him either, which is why they were at a loss.
Sometimes Rong Nian would interact with them like a normal person, but she always kept her distance. But actually, this was still considered a good situation; most of the time, Rong Nian remained completely silent.
They were truly desperate seeing Rong Nian like this… They tried every possible way to please him, but he completely ignored them.
But he resisted contact with psychologists, and they were unable to determine the cause of his illness.
Madam Rong glanced at her husband, sighed, and then picked up her phone to arrange for people to protect Rong Nian near their apartment complex, instructing them not to let Rong Nian find out.
…
When Rong Nian returned home and opened the door, the aroma of soup wafted out.
"Sister, what are you cooking? It smells so good!"
When Wan Ge saw him return, she put down the book she was reading: "I was making soup. You're back. Did you get your things?"
"Yes, I've received them all."
Wan Ge glanced at the soup she had been simmering for almost two hours: "The soup should be ready by now. Would you like to have a bowl first? I'll start cooking now."
"Okay." Rong Nian nodded obediently.
After serving him a bowl of soup, Wan Ge turned off the fire and began washing the rice and cooking.
Rong Nian took a sip of the sweet soup and immediately felt even better. After finishing the soup, he stood next to Wan Ge. While Wan Ge was washing vegetables, he chopped vegetables and washed pots and pans.
The kitchen in the new house is much bigger than the old one, and it's not too cramped for two people to stay in.
Looking at how sensible he was, Wange felt fortunate to have him by her side. She had initially thought that being alone might cause some inconveniences, but he had just appeared in her life.
"Thank you, Niannian."
"Why are you thanking me, sister? Cooking is what I'm supposed to do."
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