Ding Yixin took the call and turned on the speaker immediately.
Rong Xingyu then had the "honor" of listening to Rong Zishan explode like a bomb, shouting nonstop at Ding Yixin.
The tone was completely different from how he spoke to Rong Xingyu earlier.
Rong Xingyu could almost hear censored words bursting out one after another from Rong Zishan's mouth.
Rong Xingyu: "…"
On the phone, Rong Zishan was still cursing, but the main idea was just that Ding Yixin had no shame, that he was an old bull eating tender grass, things like that.
Rong Zishan had been in closed training recently, and today he had just finished, only to discover that his little brother had been taken away by some "old man"???
Of course, he immediately good furious!
"I $#%&#^&*#—!"
Afraid the situation would get out of control, Rong Xingyu coughed softly from beside him.
The phone suddenly went silent for a few seconds.
