As soon as Rong Xianning appeared, Zhou Rong waved excitedly: "Ningning, Mom is here."
Rong Xianning walked over with a gloomy expression and forcibly dragged Zhou Rong away without saying a word.
The TV station staff recording the scene continued to record, while others whispered among themselves.
A supervisor warned everyone: "Don't upload the video online, or you'll bear the consequences."
Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, knowing the implications of this at the TV station.
Rong Xianning pulled her to a secluded spot, leaving Xiao Hu outside to keep watch, and then turned around to look at Zhou Rong coldly.
"Why are you here?"
Zhou Rong, eager to please, took out a lunchbox: "Mom made you your favorite sweet and sour ribs. I went to the market early this morning to buy fresh ribs. Do they taste like how they did when you were a kid?"
Rong Xianning's expression remained unmoved, his eyes cold as ice.
"Did you ever cook for me when I was a child?"
