"Mom came here specifically to see you, can you bear to let her down?" Rong Yan persisted in his persuasion.

Thinking of Jiang Peihua, Luo Anning was a little shaken.

To be fair, Jiang Peihua treated her extremely well, as if she were his own daughter.

When she had the miscarriage, she took care of it personally in the hospital and did not trust the nurses and servants to take care of her.

Seeing that she was a little shaken, Rong Yan took her off the bed.

Even though Luo Anning never wanted to face him again, Jiang Peihua would give her face no matter what.

He picked up the dress and went to the bathroom to change, tidied himself up again, and then left the bedroom. Rong Yan took her hand and wrapped her soft little hand tightly in his big, dry and warm palm.

Warmth is transmitted through the skin.

"Girl An Ning, come on, come on, come and have a meal with mom. I came here from Rong Mansion, but I'm starving." The two came downstairs holding hands. Jiang Peihua immediately stepped forward and held Luo An Ning's hand lovingly.

He patted her comfortingly.

To be honest, Luo Anning was not used to it. Perhaps it was because Mr. Rong asked her to divorce that day, but Jiang Peihua did not object.

She could understand how much the elders thought about continuing the incense, but understanding did not mean relief.

Knowing that she had a grudge, Jiang Peihua didn't force her, and took her to the restaurant, followed by Rong Yan.

Sister-in-law Li asked the servants to prepare dinner very efficiently. The large dining table in the luxurious restaurant was already filled with a variety of dishes that were delicious, delicious, and appetizing.

Luo Anning was seated in the first place by Jiang Peihua, with Rong Yan and Jiang Peihua on her left and right.

Luo Anning spoke unnaturally: "Aunt, you'd better sit here, I can't sit well."

The elders should sit in the first place, so how could she, a junior, have the nerve to sit there.

Jiang Peihua was startled, and the soup bowl he was holding in front of her just stayed in mid-air.

She looked at An Ning with a disappointed and heartbroken expression, "Girl An Ning, do you blame me?"

Luo Anning shook her head, "Auntie, I can understand you and Mr. Rong. If it were me, I would be the same as you."

"Understanding doesn't mean forgiveness, right?" Jiang Peihua took the words lightly.

Seeing that the atmosphere on the dining table was about to freeze, Rong Yan immediately spoke out to smooth things over: "Mom, aren't you saying you're hungry? Let's have some soup first. This is the chef's specialty soup. It's very delicious. Try it."

"Really? Then I really want to try it!" Jiang Peihua smiled and picked up the soup bowl, sniffed it and took a sip.

Luo Anning also lowered his head to drink the soup, not very interested.

Jiang Peihua chatted with her from time to time, all the time, never mentioning the matter between her and Rong Yan.[

In the past, she talked about inducing children, but now she has stopped talking about it. I wonder if she is worried about touching her sore spot.

Seeing her lowering her head to pick up the rice, Rong Yan frowned, picked up a chopstick and put the dish into her bowl: "Eat more, you have lost a lot of weight recently."

Suddenly there was a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin in the bowl. Luo Anning looked at it intently, then used chopsticks to put the meat into the bone plate.

I made it clear that I wouldn’t eat the food he served!
Chapter completed!