The gift box was passed over, but Rong Jing hesitated for a long time without taking it. Rong Si squinted his eyes,
"Ah Jing, take it."
Rong Jing looked rebellious, and just as he was about to reach out to take it, Yin Shixiu's hand conveniently let go, and the gift box fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
The exquisite gift box hit the ground, the sound making everyone present gasp.
Rong Jing's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
He glared at Yin Shixiu, eyes nearly dripping with blood.
Yet, the perpetrator offered such a half-hearted excuse.
Hand slipped?
Yin Shixiu's face showed no emotion, except for that trademark composure that Rong Jing found extremely disgusting.
He was intentionally humiliating Rong Jing.
No matter what the others were thinking, Rong Jing and Rong Si felt the same in their hearts!
This man never appeared without causing a sensation, making his presence overwhelmingly known!
To pick it up, or not to pick it up?
