Ding Yixin smiled slowly and asked calmly,
"What thing?"
The two powerful men confronted each other, neither stepping back, but both keeping gentle smiles on their faces.
It's feels like a quiet battlefield.
Rong Xingyu stood at the side completely confused.
What are they talking about? What's happening?
From the way his Second Brother and Dr. Ding were acting, it really didn't look like they wanted to "get to know each other."
Rong Zhenghao dropped his cold smile and didn't bother pretending anymore. He gave his final warning: "Stay away from my Xiaoyu."
With a loud bang, the room door was closed.
...
Rong Xingyu sat on the sofa while watching Rong Zhenghao slowly remove his mask, hat, and scarf.
Only then did Rong Xingyu finally realize that his second brother really did not like Dr. Ding.
"Second Brother, you—"
Rong Zhenghao paused halfway through fixing his scarf. He looked at Rong Xingyu, hesitated as if choosing his words.
