7:30 in the evening.
When Rong Zhi received the call that the old man wanted to celebrate for her, she rushed to the old house. When she arrived, Rong Xian'an and the others were already there.
Rong Fangjun raised the tea cup in his hand with a big smile and said, "I'm too old to drink, so I'll use tea instead of wine to congratulate Third Young Master for getting into the top school."
Rong Zhi showed no expression, reaching out to pick up the wine glass, but another hand was quicker in snatching the wine glass away.
"Meng Meng?" Rong Fangjun was taken aback.
Rong Meng put down the wine glass, pursed her lips, and looked conflicted.
Rong Fangjun frowned, "If there's something to say, say it. What kind of behavior is it to senselessly snatch your brother's wine glass?"
"I..." She raised her head to glance at Rong Zhi, quickly withdrew her gaze, biting her lip and shaking her head.
This hesitating appearance instantly provoked Rong Fangjun's impatience, "What is the matter!"
