"Ke Yu, come down here, what are you doing?!" Ke Xian couldn't bear to watch; this is what happens when a girl gets attached to an outsider—his niece isn't even married yet, and she's already siding with her husband's family.
"I'm just speaking the truth, I really like the surname Rong. I've even thought of baby names: Rong Yi, Rong Na, and Rong Bing. Darling, what do you think?" Yao Yao smiled at her dear husband.
Rong Yuan felt her trust in him, and his heart was filled with joy, "As long as you like it."
"Ahem, in-laws, you see how the kids are. Shouldn't we stop worrying so much and start discussing the wedding details? For Yuan'er and Yao Yao's wedding, I plan to book the entire Century Hotel for them." Elder Rong was in high spirits; even Qiqi, who checked his pulse, said his health was improving.
"You handle the wedding; I won't interfere, but about the kids..." Mr. Ke looked at Rong Yuan beside him.
