Mr. Rong glanced at Christine, turned to look at Jiang Peihua, and whispered: "Mom, I'll explain to you later."

Then he looked at Christine, raised his eyebrows, and he stood up first: "Tell me."

Christine took the handkerchief and wiped the juice from her hands, and lazily entered the sofa, "We have nothing to talk about."

He refused to talk to him.

Rong Shaojun's face turned dark and he whispered in a low voice: "If you haven't talked about it, how can you know there is nothing to talk about? Or are you afraid?"

"Who are you afraid of? Are you?" Christine curled her lips and smiled, "Sorry, you are not strong enough to make me very scared."

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger, Jiang Peihua quickly smoothed out the situation and pulled Mr. Rong to sit down, "Okay, why bother to make a fuss? Shut up each one. If you have the strength to fight, it's better to save some energy to eat more later."

Christine didn't say anything and snorted from her nose. Young Master Rong naturally didn't want to refute Jiang Peihua's face. He glanced at him coldly, but didn't say anything.

Luo Anning and Catherine soon came out of the kitchen and called everyone into the restaurant for dinner.

After breakfast, it is not the meal time now, so Luo Anning made two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, and then stir-fried a plate of vegetables and a plate of sweet and sour fish.

Jiang Peihua and Rong ate less noodles, and Katherine served a bowl of white rice for Christine, and the three of them ate in a strange atmosphere.

"Mom, how about it? Does the taste still taste good?"

Luo Anning looked at Jiang Peihua nervously. This was the first time she had taken the opportunity to sit for her mother-in-law to eat. She felt a little nervous and a little expectant.

Jiang Peihua took a few bites, but before he could answer, Rong Shao said with a mouthful of honey: "It's delicious, even the chef's level is not as good as my wife's bowl of tomato and egg noodles!"

"You little brat, your wife is the best in the world, no one can compare to you." Jiang Peihua joked with a funny look.

Mr. Rong didn't know how to write the word "modest" at all. He curled his lips and smiled, and said naturally: "That's it!"

Luo Anning smiled and patted him, let him eat quickly and pull away some of the things that were missing. Then he looked at Christine, and his face felt a little sad.

"Kristen, isn't it delicious?" As she said that, she picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a small piece of sweet and sour fish to taste.

Christine bent her lips and smiled lightly, saying, "It still tastes the same."

No one thought about what he meant because he was interrupted by a cell phone ringtone.

The phone number was called by the Tang Dynasty, so I looked for Mr. Rong.

Mr. Rong glanced at Luo Anning and answered the phone. He didn't hear anything the other party said. He responded twice with a serious expression and hung up the phone.

Rong Yan looked at Luo Anning and Jiang Peihua with a serious expression, "An Ning, Mom, some urgent matters need to be dealt with, I'll leave first."

After saying that, he lowered his head and took a few bites, hurriedly wiped the corner of his lower lip, stepped forward and hugged An Ning, turned around and left.

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Tangmen.

"Mr. Rong, you are here, Tang Shaoli Hall is waiting for you."

The Linkeng convoy drove into the majestic Tangmen headquarters, and a horseman immediately brought him into the inner hall.

Tang Chao sat in the first place, holding a cup of tea and drinking lightly. When he saw him walking in, he put down the cup and stood up: "Come on? Come with me."

Mr. Rong followed him through the bend corridor and entered the basement where the horsemen and enemies who had made mistakes were specifically detained.
Chapter completed!