Father Gong stormed in, and Gong Ting turned to look at Father Gong and the terrified Morin trailing behind him, his brows slightly furrowed, "Father, why are you here?"
Father Gong threw a stack of photos onto the desk, "Take a good look at the woman you painstakingly chose."
Gong Ting lowered his gaze, staring at the photos, his eyes stinging with pain, his heart aching as if it was being cut. He glanced at Morin, who uneasily lowered his head, murmuring, "These are the photos our people took while investigating Leng Youchen. I was afraid you'd be heartbroken seeing them..."
Gong Ting pressed his thin lips tightly, looked up at the furious Father Gong, and said, "These photos are nothing, just friends shopping and eating. I believe Ning'er still has the freedom to befriend others, right?"
