Feng Yuan left in a daze.
Rong Moyong went upstairs for a quick shower, changed his clothes, and soon left the villa by car.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the Rong Family ancestral home.
By then, it was already evening, and the old house was peaceful and quiet.
Rong Moyong went straight to the old patriarch's villa.
The old Rong patriarch had been waiting in the study for a long time. Seeing Moyong, his expression softened slightly, "The Zhou Family told me that you and Miss Zhou haven't been out on a date lately. Do you not have those kinds of feelings for Miss Zhou?"
Rong Moyong smiled and sat down on the solid wood chair next to him, "To be more accurate, I don't have those kinds of feelings for any woman."
The old Rong patriarch frowned deeply, "Don't tell me that you are a..."
"Tsk—"
Rong Moyong laughed, "Dad, your son is perfectly normal. It's just that, right now, I indeed am not interested in women."