Gong Ting suddenly stood up and stormed off. After a few steps, he stopped and saw her still kneeling on the ground looking for her contact lens, his heart filled with anger, pain, and hate.
A thought compelled him, he absolutely could not let her go like this!
Gong Ting turned back, bent down, and scooped her up horizontally. Xiao Yu gasped and clutched the man's collar in fright, exclaiming, "My contact lens."
Up close, Gong Ting smelled a strong scent of alcohol on her body. His brows furrowed tightly; drinking on his turf, this woman was truly reckless.
Holding her, he strode towards the luxury suite at the end of the corridor, pressed his fingerprint, kicked the door open, carried her inside, and then kicked the door shut.
Two loud bangs sounded beside her ears, jolting Xiao Yu somewhat sober. She opened her eyes but in the dim light couldn't see his features clearly. However, the dominant aura emanating from the man made her uneasy, "You, you put me down."
