Gong Ting quickly caught up with her at the end of the corridor. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the column, looming over her, trapping her between him and the column. His voice mixed with anger came crashing down on her.
"Did I ever tell you not to leave my sight?"
Just now, on his way here, seeing her chatting and laughing with Allen, he felt inexplicably angry. Allen was like a peacock with overstimulated male hormones, spreading his tail as soon as he saw her. And this woman actually dared to flirt with him.
Xiao Yu's back was pressed against the column, vaguely aching and stiff. She frowned, looking up at the man whose eyes were spraying fire, "The banquet hall was too stuffy. Can't I come out for some air?"
"Was it stuffy, or did you just want to come out and flirt with other men?"
