"If you don't want to die, get lost." Ding Yixin's gaze was icy cold and his voice carried no inflection at all.
Under Ding Yixin's stare, cold sweat seeped down the man's back and his legs went weak.
It felt as though he had been locked onto by some terrifying creature, like a venomous snake and he couldn't stop his body from trembling.
Because Ding Yixin's tone did not sound like he was joking in the slightest.
The man had a strong intuition that if he stayed any longer, he might actually lose his life here.
So before he could finish whatever he was about to say, he fled in panic and his retreating figure looking utterly pathetic.
Left standing there, Rong Xingyu tugged at the corner of Ding Yixin's clothes and called out to him in a coquettish tone, "Husband."
Only then did Ding Yixin withdraw his gaze.
When he looked back at Rong Xingyu again, his eyes instantly softened.
