Cristino's facial muscles twitched as he heard the ringtone Du Ruoxin had specifically recorded for Rong Jingyang.
Hadn't he deleted that recording over a year ago?
Why was Rong Jingyang still keeping it?
Did he enable cloud storage?
For some reason, his face instantly darkened.
"Immature!" Cristino wanted to call Rong Jingyang's behavior like that of a three-year-old, but the words caught in his throat.
Wasn't his own recent behavior even more childish?
He disgusted her, she disgusted him, but who was more composed than the other?
He silently closed his eyes.
Leaning back against the car seat, Cristino fumbled with his phone and said, "Turn up the music."
"Yes." The bodyguard replied.
He cranked up the volume in the car and played pop music.
Suddenly, the small car felt like a nightclub.
Rong Jingyang could barely stand it, feeling his mind going numb.
Cristino also disliked the noise, but to prevent Rong Jingyang from hearing Du Ruoxin's voice, he could only resort to this tactic.
He dialed back. Soon, a woman's anxious roar came through, "Cristino, I need to find Grace!"
"Mm." Cristino replied.
Du Ruoxin couldn't hear him. "What did you say? Are you at a bar? Can you find a quiet place to talk!"
"Okay." Cristino said.
Du Ruoxin: "???"
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Du Ruoxin: "Brother Qin?"
Cristino: "I told him."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
For some reason, when she saw her brother's message, she always felt like—he was trying to set up Brother Qin and Grace.
Was it an illusion?
But—
As if realizing something, Du Ruoxin narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Brother, are you trying to set them up?"
The act of a hero saving a damsel was inherently captivating to women. If Brother Qin used it further, perhaps with a bit of a sob story, he might win Grace over in one go.
This was a rare opportunity to play mind games, yet Brother gave it away for free to Qin Yunxi. If that wasn't matchmaking, what was?
Cristino: "..."
He didn't reply.
Du Ruoxin continued to text: "You also hope that lovers will eventually become family, right?"
Cristino: "..."
Du Ruoxin: "Why do you approve of them?"
What if it was a disastrous relationship?
Cristino: "..."
Du Ruoxin, not receiving a reply from the man on the other end, sighed slightly and wrote: "Brother, since you can play matchmaker for others, why can't you let me go?"
"Cooperate with the psychologist, accept treatment, and learn to let go, okay?"
Cristino looked at the message, his fingertips tightening.
His heart felt as if it had been pricked.
After a long while, he replied: "Wait for me at home."
Although Rong Jingyang was also sitting in the back seat, he couldn't see Cristino's phone screen and didn't know what he was chatting about with Du Ruoxin.
He wanted to lean closer to see, but he still had his pride.
The car soon drove into Cristino's residence in London. As they reached the entrance, Rong Jingyang still showed no sign of leaving.
Cristino gave him a cold glance and got out of the car first.
Rong Jingyang followed closely and got out of the car. "The environment here is quite nice. Perhaps I should buy a place here too?"
Cristino ignored him and walked directly into the house.
Rong Jingyang looked at the several bodyguards at the entrance, each holding a submachine gun, and stopped reluctantly at the foot of the steps.