After Shen You’an finished drinking water, he saw Na Amo snap out of her thoughts, her gaze immediately landing on Rong Xianning not far away. In the depths of her eyes, there was a swirl of complex emotions, as if she was eager to see something clearly, yet in an instant retracted as if stung by a hornet, also as if avoiding something, her delicate brows never relaxed even once.

Xiao Hu handed the phone to Rong Xianning, telling him that Zhou Rong had just called.

Rong Xianning glanced at it expressionlessly, ignored the call, checked the time, and handed the phone back to Xiao Hu.

At that moment, Zhou Rong’s call came again, one had to admit her timing was impeccable.

Xiao Hu helplessly said, "Just block the number directly."

Since Rong Xianning’s master bedroom was occupied by that couple, he hadn’t gone back, either sleeping at the company or in the recording studio. Oh right, some time ago, after mistakenly drinking champagne and getting drunk, Shen You’an and Liu Runxi took him back to sleep for a night.

The next morning, when Xiao Hu rushed over to pick up Rong Xianning, the woman firmly refused to let him out, like a madwoman insisting Rong Xianning give her living expenses.

Xiao Hu had worked with many employers, witnessed the low humanity in wealthy families, but the shamelessness of this couple still stunned him.

Rong Xianning had already paid off a hundred million of their gambling debts, and for the next ten years would have to work to pay off debts. This couple clearly knew Rong Xianning had no money left, yet wouldn’t let him go, continuing to exploit him. The key is he’s still a child not yet fifteen; do they deserve to be parents?

Xiao Hu saw that Rong Xianning’s face was already red, with a faint slap mark. Obviously, before he arrived, he had been slapped by this madwoman.

Anger surged within Xiao Hu, he rushed forward to push Zhou Rong away, rescuing Rong Xianning.

Rong Xianning originally wanted to turn and leave, but considering the shamelessness of this couple, afraid they’d cause trouble everywhere, he left a bank card before leaving.

"Every month, there will be a fixed deposit of ten thousand in the card, enough for your living. This is my final line, don’t push me, or we’ll both go down to hell."

Coldly throwing these words, Rong Xianning turned and left, not looking back.

In the elevator, the young man was pale and weak, one hand supporting the wall, gasping heavily.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Hu felt very uncomfortable inside.

"Xiao Rong, are you sick?"

Anger alone could make one sick, what he didn’t know was that this young man had just recovered from a high fever.

Rong Xianning waved his hand: "I’m fine."

"Continuing to give them money will only fuel their desires, they’ll keep coming back for more endlessly."

Xiao Hu had seen too many gamblers, they couldn’t shake their addiction deep down. When they knew that Rong Xianning could still be exploited, how could they let go of this golden opportunity? This young child was ultimately too young, underestimating human nature.

Rong Xianning gave a bitter smile: "What else can I do? Pay for some peace."

On this young man’s face, Xiao Hu saw a kind of helplessness and weariness from going through life’s hardships.

At that moment, he couldn’t describe his feelings, and for the first time felt the injustice of fate.

These days, Rong Xianning had relatively peaceful days, that couple hadn’t caused any trouble. But unexpectedly, the peace didn’t last long, and the nightmare returned.

Should have expected that.

Such people are never satisfied, greedy beyond measure, their appetites will only grow. In the end, it’s still Rong Xianning who will suffer.

Rong Xianning shook his head, handing the phone over to him.

"That’s it."

Xiao Hu pursed his lips, taking the phone with mixed feelings, looking at the ever-ringing phone, the two big characters on the screen were blinding.

This child is avoiding something, yes, with such shameless and crazy parents clinging onto him like leeches, what can he do as a son?

Sever ties? He tried, but these shameless types only cling on harder. If Rong Xianning ignored them, they’d run to the media, spouting nonsense. As a public figure, Rong Xianning couldn’t ignore the societal impact.

Continuing to give money would only fuel their endless desires and ambitions, eager to drain him dry, leaving nothing behind.

No matter which way he went, it seemed like a dead end.

Yes, what else can he do? He’s still a child not yet fifteen, yet his slender shoulders have to bear so much.

Rong Xianning wouldn’t allow himself to remain in negative emotions for long; he quickly broke free, once more determinedly stepping back into the cold.

Shen You’an followed in Rong Xianning’s footsteps.

Na Amo was restless, her brows furrowed sometimes, then relaxed. Suddenly, a thought came to her, she pulled out her phone, beginning to search the internet for Rong Xianning.

Typing Rong Xianning’s name into the search bar, soon all his life details popped up.

He wouldn’t turn fifteen until March next year.

Na Amo frowned; the age didn’t match up. It seemed she was overthinking it.

Na Amo’s emotions were like a rollercoaster; she felt some discomfort in her heart, clutching her chest as she squatted down.

Xiao Hu saw this and approached: "Professor Na, are you alright?"

Na Amo shook her head: "Old habit, I’m fine."

Finally lasting until Shen You’an and Rong Xianning finished shooting, the sun had already dipped west. In winter, the night falls early; in the blink of an eye, night had already descended.

Shen You’an and Rong Xianning changed their clothes, and a staff member came over to inform them that the group was hosting a dinner, inviting everyone to a meal to thank them for their hard work in the cold weather.

Shen You’an looked at Na Amo, the words of refusal at his mouth were swallowed back, agreeing instead.

Rong Xianning never liked crowds, always avoiding social gatherings if he could, but seeing Shen You’an had agreed, it seemed disrespectful to refuse, so he agreed as well.

Shen You’an approached Na Amo, "Aunt Mo, I still have to attend the gathering with Aning, I’ll call a cab for you to go back."

Na Amo snapped back to reality, "Can I come with you?"

Because she suddenly thought that Shen You’an and Rong Xianning were shooting an advertisement for the Cultural Creation Association Group, whose owner was Yao Huia.

Sixteen years ago, Yao Huia was the instigator of that event; she’d never forget it.

Her sixth sense told her there must be some connection.

Shen You’an smiled: "Of course, actually I wanted to invite Aunt Mo in the first place, but thought you weren’t one to enjoy crowds, so I didn’t disturb you. If you want to go, that’ll be great."

There was a vehicle outside to pick them up; the staff took a bus, while Shen You’an and Rong Xianning had a specially assigned business vehicle.

Inside the dimly lit car, Na Amo, sitting beside Shen You’an, kept glancing at the back of the young man’s head sitting in front.

The young man’s head was round, hair fluffy and full, with a hair whorl in the center and traces of hair swirling beside it. But because his hair was thick and abundant, this hair whorl was concealed, unnoticed by the inattentive.

Na Amo froze, suddenly reaching to part the young man’s hair.

Startled, Rong Xianning turned, meeting Na Amo’s shocked gaze directly.

"You have two hair whorls?"

The woman’s soft voice carried a slight tremor.

Under such an intense gaze, Rong Xianning felt uncomfortable, pursing his lips and softly replying, "I think so, my grandma mentioned it when I was young, she said kids with two hair whorls were smart."

Upon speaking, he touched the top of his head himself.

Na Amo didn’t know why she was so agitated; Gu Chengzhao had two hair whorls. According to the old lady, it was a secret trait passed down in the Gu family – two hair whorls, because it was often said the more the hair whorls, the smarter the person. So, it was a hidden family trait, unknown to outsiders.

When it came to Gu Bichen, the child only had one whorl. She assumed he inherited from her, and when the child was lost and found again, cherishing him was her only concern then, no room to care for anything else.

Seeing the young man’s confused eyes, Na Amo pursed her dry lips, managing a somewhat forced smile.

"Your grandma wasn’t wrong, kids with two hair whorls are indeed smart."

Unconsciously, fingers at her side dug into her palm.