The more Rong Zhenye read, the more his complexion turned to shock. His breathing grew more rapid, his hand gripping the contract so tightly that his veins bulged.
"What did you show dad?"
Rong Ye, seeing Rong Zhenye's reaction, thought that Rong Zhenye was shocked by something. He raised his eyebrows at Rong Zi Chen.
"This....."
Rong Zhenye exclaimed, abruptly standing up. With his eyes fixed on the contract in his hand, he was on the verge of tears.
"Dad." Rong Ye frowned, his foreboding feeling growing stronger.
"Hahaha."
The next moment, Rong Zhenye burst into loud laughter, causing everyone to exchange puzzled looks. They wondered what was in the contract in Rong Zhenye's hand that was making him laugh so madly.
"Good, good, good, Zi Chen, you truly are my good son, you really are my good son."
Rong Zhenye was visibly moved, he patted Rong Zi Chen's shoulder with a fervor in his tone.