Ding Yixin even turned to the slightly nervous Rong Xingyu and gave him a gentle and reassuring smile.
When Ding Yixin's teacup was nearly empty, Rong Xingyu instinctively reached for the teapot to pour him more.
However, before he could, Rong Zishan's sharp voice cut through the air.
"Xiaoyu, stop right there!"
Rong Xingyu froze, his hand hovering awkwardly in midair.
He touched the tip of his nose feeling embarrassed and quietly sat back down.
Rong Zishan crossed his arms, his face dark as thunder and snapped, "Doesn't he have hands of his own? Why do you need to pour his tea?"
Rong Xingyu: "…"
This house suddenly felt so dangerous.
Someone, please come save him!
As for why this awkward situation had happened in the first place, it all started about half an hour earlier.
After being inspired by Qian Zhijun's suggestion, Rong Xingyu had decided to invite Dr. Ding over for a homemade meal as a thank you gift.
