Gong Ting ignored Old Master Gong's criticism. With his hands in his pockets, he strode out, where two rows of the Personal Guard Squad stood waiting. He glanced over them, and they all bowed in unison, "Young Master Gong, please get in the car!"
Gong Ting's expression was grim as he strode to the black stretched Lincoln limousine, bent down, and got in. He leaned back wearily in the seat, the image of a woman's resolute demeanor reappearing before his eyes.
He suddenly opened his eyes wide. Why was he still thinking about that heartless woman?
He should let her find Fu Zhengci and see if that man still wanted her!
Gong Ting fumed inwardly, but when he thought of Fu Zhengci, his heart was agitated as if scratched by a cat. Fu Zhengci wouldn't refuse her, and the thought made him feel like a clown.
He even considered abandoning his arranged marriage for her, which was utterly foolish!
