Seeing this scene, Ding Wei understood perfectly.
He knew in his heart that he no longer had any chance.
His fists clenched tightly, trembling slightly.
"Xiaowei," Ding Yixin called his name.
Ding Wei lifted his head, his expression a bit lost and croaked, "Uncle…"
Ding Yixin nodded.
He pinched the hand Rong Xingyu had wrapped around his arm and casually playing with Rong Xingyu's fair fingers as if they were a toy.
"What were you just talking about with your little aunt?"
Ding Wei: "…"
Rong Xingyu: "???"
Rong Xingyu's eyes widened.
What little aunt?
Did Ding Yixin just mean him when he said "little aunt"?
Seeing Rong Xingyu's shocked expression, Ding Yixin couldn't help but teasingly tap the tip of Rong Xingyu's nose.
"If it's not you, who else?" Ding Yixin bent slightly and whispered near Rong Xingyu's ear. "He calls me uncle, so naturally he has to call you little aunt."
Rong Xingyu: Oh boy!
