Gong Ting shook his head. "No, Aunt Liu, you can go rest."
After speaking, Gong Ting turned and headed upstairs. Standing outside the master bedroom, he suddenly reached out to push the door open and walked inside, seeing the small woman lying on the bed. He slowly walked over and sat down by the bed.
Xiao Yu heard the sound of an engine coming from downstairs. For some reason, she was irresistibly drawn to the window to sneak a look, and then she saw Gong Ting getting out of Yhan Xi's car.
Her intuition as a woman told her that Yhan Xi was still harboring designs on Gong Ting. But then again, what did that have to do with her? If Yhan Xi was clinging to Gong Ting, perhaps he wouldn't need her soon, and she could regain her freedom.
No, she was already a free woman now.
