Rong Xingyu: "…"
R-Really?
He swallowed back the tears and forced his voice to sound firm. "I'm not crying. You must have seen wrong."
Rong Zhijian clicked his tongue, but then recalled some of the little tips Rong Zishan had once taught him about how to get closer to a younger brother.
So he stepped forward, raised his hand, and a bit stiffly reached out to pat Rong Xingyu on the head.
But Rong Zhijian's grip was a little too strong and Rong Xingyu was jostled this way and that.
The whole scene instantly became awkward and strange.
Rong Xingyu: "…"
He quickly raised his hands to protect his head. "Third Brother! Third Brother! Stop!"
At the words, Rong Zhijian paused and placing a finger to his lips as he coughed lightly.
Rong Xingyu's hair had been messed up, but strangely, he no longer felt as upset as before.
He couldn't help asking Rong Zhijian, "Third Brother… do you really believe me?"
