Morin cautiously followed behind him, unable to hold back and said, "Young Master, do you need me to go over and help Miss Su get out of trouble?"
Gong Ting withdrew his gaze indifferently and glanced coldly at him, "Do you think she needs it?"
Cold sweat broke out on Morin's back, unable to gauge what was on the Young Master's mind, he awkwardly said, "Judging by the looks of it, it's the Old Madam making things difficult for Miss Su. In front of all these people, we shouldn't let ourselves gain a reputation for bullying others."
Gong Ting rested his hands in his trouser pockets, not sparing another glance toward that direction, he spoke coolly, "Now that the Gong Family is the United Kingdom's First Family, what does it matter if we're seen as bullies?"
Morin: "..."
