"Why… why are you crying?" Rong Zhenqiao's fingers twitched, finally resting on Rong Xingyu's hair.
He gently stroked his little brother's head and softly coaxed, "Don't cry. Big brother isn't mad at you."
Being treated so gently by his big brother, Rong Xingyu's heart shattered even more.
His sadness deepened.
Just as a cool breeze blew by, Rong Zhenqiao sighed and said, "Let's go inside first. Standing out here all the time isn't going to accomplish anything."
Hearing this, Rong Xingyu immediately nodded obediently.
When Rong Zhenqiao turned his gaze from Rong Xingyu to Ding Yixin beside him, his eyes instantly grew cold.
Rong Zhenqiao's handsome face fell and his tone carried the sharp chill of midwinter wind
"Mr. Ding, I don't think it's necessary for you to come in with us, right?"
Under Rong Zhenqiao's knife-like gaze, Ding Yixin's expression did not change at all.
He simply gave Rong Zhenqiao a slight smile.
