Gong Ting looked at her worried expression and chuckled softly, "If there's a problem, you'll stay and help me, right?"
"Then you'd better take a cold shower, don't catch a cold." Wei Anning grabbed the car keys and walked away without looking back.
Gong Ting let out a bitter laugh, watching her silhouette gradually disappear. He sighed to himself, really, a heartless woman. Yet no matter how heartless she is, he loves her madly.
Barely suppressing the evil fire coursing through his body, he started walking toward the third floor.
Gong Ting returned to his room, leaning against the door. His steps were somewhat unsteady as he raised a hand to rub his forehead, his back drenched in sweat, his handsome face tinted with an intoxicating red.
Xiao Yu's voice was hoarse from shouting in the room; no one paid any attention to her, nor did anyone open the door for her. Now exhausted from her tantrum, she collapsed on the sofa to rest her eyes.
