Shen You’an quietly took in everything.

Na Amo became very silent after that.

The dinner venue was a self-service barbecue restaurant, with the entire second floor booked by the company, offering everyone the luxury of privacy.

On the way upstairs, both Rong Xianning and Na Amo seemed distracted.

Shen You’an lagged a step behind, walking beside Xiao Hu, and extended her hand to him.

Xiao Hu was puzzled.

"Aning’s phone, please."

A phone is a private thing; it’s rare to willingly hand it over, especially for someone like Rong Xianning, a top celebrity.

If it were someone else, Xiao Hu would think they were crazy to make such an outrageous request.

But this was Shen You’an, the person Rong Xianning cared about the most.

Xiao Hu had witnessed her taking care of and protecting Rong Xianning all along the way. If it were Rong Xianning, he would unconditionally agree to any ridiculous request Shen You’an made.

Without much hesitation, Xiao Hu handed Rong Xianning’s phone to Shen You’an.

Rong Xianning’s phone didn’t have a password, and with a gentle swipe of her finger, Shen You’an opened it.

Shen You’an opened the contacts and saw a bright red "9" on the latest missed call.

Truly persistent.

Just then, a call from the other party came again.

Xiao Hu was quite frustrated, "I suppose you also know how much Xiao Rong’s parents are not...."

Before he could finish, he saw Shen You’an answer the call, and Xiao Hu was too late to stop her.

"Well, you finally answered the phone. I thought you had decided not to acknowledge me as your mom anymore. Afraid you wouldn’t even know if your dad and I died in the house, right? Want me to go out and publicize how filial you are, this celebrity idol? Let your elementary school fans see what you really are... ."

As soon as Shen You’an connected the call, the woman’s bitter diatribe hit like a storm, and Shen You’an held the phone farther away.

After the woman’s rant, Shen You’an slowly said, "Looking for Rong Xianning? Sorry, he’s at a dinner. You want the address, right? Qingyuan Street No. 32, Lucky Barbecue Restaurant."

Finishing her words, Shen You’an swiftly hung up the call.

Xiao Hu looked at Shen You’an in shock: "You... ."

He didn’t know whether to be surprised by Shen You’an’s sudden switch to a male voice or shocked at how she had just betrayed Rong Xianning...

Did she realize what she had done?

Shen You’an tossed the phone back to Xiao Hu, revealing a mysterious smile.

Xiao Hu swallowed back the reproach he wanted to voice.

She wouldn’t harm Xiao Rong; probably there was something else going on.

"If Aning asks, just say you don’t know."

Leaving Xiao Hu bewildered, Shen You’an walked away.

In total, everyone was divided among three tables, and at Shen You’an’s table, there were only four of them, quietly eating. The other staff didn’t dare approach to disturb.

Na Amo was also disinterested in eating, her mind fixated on the opposite side, where Rong Xianning was, occasionally glancing at him and then bowing her head in contemplation. She hadn’t finished her piece of fatty beef roll in five minutes.

Rong Xianning noticed Na Amo’s odd demeanor, stirring a bit of curiosity within him, but he said nothing more.

Just then, a woman walked over with a smile: "I’m late."

The group of staff stood up: "Manager Lin."

Lin Hui smiled, waving her hand: "Thank you for your hard work."

Lin Hui came to Shen You’an’s table, "A meeting held me up."

Shen You’an casually pulled out a chair: "Manager Lin, please sit."

She placed the roasted meat onto Lin Hui’s plate.

Lin Hui smiled warmly: "Thank you, Shen."

Lin Hui’s gaze fell on Na Amo’s face, and after a few moments of puzzlement, she exclaimed, "Professor Na? How did you end up here?"

Shen You’an replied: "Aunt Mo came with me. Manager Lin, you don’t mind, do you?"

"Why would I mind? It’s a privilege to dine with someone as distinguished as Professor Na."

Na Amo squinted her eyes, examining the other closely: "You are Lin Hui?"

Lin Hui delightedly said, "Professor Na remembers me?"

"Yao Huia often mentioned the students she sponsored. The one she mentioned the most, the most outstanding, was you. Did you participate in a debate competition in college? I watched from the audience, and I remembered you."

Lin Hui was even more thrilled: "Turns out, there’s such a connection between Professor Na and me."

Na Amo suddenly asked, "What about Yao Huia? I heard she was sick; is it serious?"

Lin Hui’s expression visibly sagged in worry: "Not good. I suppose you’ve heard many rumors outside. If you have time, you should visit President Yao. She’s been wanting to see you."

Na Amo had no real fondness for Yao Huia, but she had to meet her regardless. There were things she needed to ask Yao Huia.

Briefly glancing at Rong Xianning, Na Amo said, "There’s no better day than today. After the dinner, take me to see Yao Huia."

Though surprised, Lin Hui didn’t press further: "Okay."

Na Amo’s unexpected appearance didn’t disrupt the overall plan; it might even yield surprising results.

After Shen You’an and Rong Xianning finished eating, they prepared to leave early.

Who would have thought that a commotion from downstairs would erupt, growing louder and accompanied by a woman’s boorish yelling.

Rong Xianning’s calm demeanor instantly cracked, his face went pale, as if plunged into an icy abyss.

Seeming unable to stand, he staggered back a step, and Shen You’an supported him, firmly grasping his arm, silently lending him strength.

Xiao Hu helplessly glanced at Shen You’an, his eyes seemed to say, "This is all your fault," yet he dutifully stood in front of Rong Xianning.

The next moment, the woman broke past the waitstaff’s resistance and stormed up to the second floor.

Her fierce eyes immediately locked onto Rong Xianning’s figure, and with a rapid move, she came charging, "Ah, there you are, your dad’s about to die, I’ve called you so many times, you never picked up. Turns out you’re here feasting and drinking, you ungrateful child, stop hiding behind the bodyguard, get out here."

Everyone realized she was targeting Rong Xianning and instantly lost their appetite, their gaze towards the woman filled with disdain.

Online, Rong Xianning’s parents had been thoroughly criticized; who didn’t know they were gambling addicts, one with a chaotic personal life, only leeching off Rong Xianning, worse than leeches.

Before, it was just hearsay, as no one had seen it firsthand. People assumed fans exaggerated in sympathy, with questionable authenticity.

But seeing it now, much worse than rumored, those not in the know would think it was a fight between archenemies.

Especially since this son had just paid off a billion-dollar gambling debt for them, wearing thin clothes while shooting ads in the freezing cold, finally getting a warm meal, only for his biological mother to show up cursing him.

This child is too tragic.

If you’re sick, go to the hospital—Rong Xianning isn’t a doctor; what’s the point in finding him?

What kind of mother is this? She seems like an enemy.

The staff had worked with Rong Xianning all afternoon. The child was smart, diligent, and sensible. He even bought hot milk tea for all the staff in the afternoon, showing no airs, gentle and good-tempered—who wouldn’t like him?

Naturally, the emotional scale tilted in favor of Rong Xianning, defending him unconditionally.

Na Amo stared at the suddenly appearing woman, her eyes fixed on that face, like struck by lightning.

The dead memories swept back in again.

It’s really her!