The smile froze instantly at the corners of the mouth.
Elder Mr. Rong looked seriously at the young person in front of him: "Kid, I, this old man, can't understand what you're saying!"
His gaze gradually turned solemn: "My grandson, does he really have anything to do with you?"
"I love him and want to spend my life with him..."
Elder Mr. Rong: "..."
"I love him, and he loves me too, please, Grandpa, make it happen!"
"Outrageous!"
This low shout wasn't loud, but Elder Mr. Rong's face had turned pale and dark: "You want me to make it happen... you and... Rong Jinchen?"
"Yes!"
A voice neither too loud nor too quiet, unlike others who might obscure it, Elder Mr. Rong fixed his gaze on Bai Cen Yi in front of him, then looked up at his second grandson.
After a long while, he sighed again.
Bai Cen Yi was a smart person, he knew that it was useless not to speak the truth before an elder like Elder Mr. Rong, so he simply revealed all his thoughts.
