"Cristino!"
Rong Jingyang gritted his teeth.
But his leg injury had not yet healed, and he walked unsteadily, forced to be dragged along by Cristino.
"Boom!"
Cristino slammed Rong Jingyang against the wall, his veins bulging with rage as he beat him on the chest with the trash bag, "Damn it! Hold it steady!"
Rong Jingyang: "—"
He hadn't managed to catch it. The trash bag fell to the ground, its harsh sound like a thunderclap, shattering him into dust.
No.
What child?
He just wanted to know what had happened.
Rong Jingyang's expression was dull, his heart breaking as he looked at the trash bag—was that? His child?
His legs weakened, and he was about to fall.
Cristino lifted Rong Jingyang up.
Rong Jingyang suddenly snapped back to reality, grabbing Cristino forcefully with both hands, his trembling dark eyes looking at him—Tell me, what happened?
Cristino was furious, punching Rong Jingyang heavily, "Damn it!"
"Control your woman!"
"Control Ivy!"
"If she ever appears before Xin'er again, I will kill her!"
Rong Jingyang's shattered expression became dazed—What Ivy? Wasn't she in Philadelphia? How could…
He was full of confusion.
He didn't even feel the punches Cristino landed on him.
Rong Jingyang felt as if everything from his head down, no, including his head, was no longer his own. He was dreaming.
"Young m—"
Cristino looked at the crestfallen man, who was spitting blood from anger, and the panicked crowd. In his eyes… a complex emotion flickered.
At this moment, he believed that Rong Jingyang truly loved Xin'er.
But—
Du Ruoxin was unique, and could only belong to him.
【So Rong Jingyang, you'd better get lost and never think of taking her from me again.】
Cristino leaned against the opposite wall.
He shifted his gaze, landing on the yellow trash bag.
His blue eyes sharpened.
Then he looked at Trevor, his gaze icy, "Take it away."
Trevor trembled, "Yes."
Du Ruoxin clearly heard the fighting and shouting outside, and also heard her daughter's cries.
【Rong Jingyang…】
Tears suddenly streamed down her face.
Uncontrollably, they flowed like two clear streams, wetting her cheeks.
This is for the best. She and he would never see each other again in this lifetime.