But even Ding Yixin himself had not expected that one month later.
Rong Xingyu stood in the hospital, looking at the report in his hands.
The results were written clearly and unmistakably.
What Ding Yixin had whispered in his ear that night had actually come true!
Rong Xingyu: "…"
Beside him, Ding Yixin curled his fingers near his lips and cleared his throat softly, trying to break the heavy silence.
"Yuyu…"
But Rong Xingyu shot him a glare, clearly a little angry.
"Don't talk to me!"
Ding Yixin: "…"
This is bad.
Before he could say anything else, Rong Xingyu turned around and walked away, not giving him a chance to speak.
Ding Yixin could only quickly chasing after him.
He watched as Rong Xingyu strode off quickly, his footsteps sharp against the floor, the sound of leather shoes echoing with each step.
Ding Yixin's heart tightened. "Yuyu, slow down, be careful not to fall…"
After all, he was now...
