The woman nodded affirmatively, "Yes, Asian!"
The wine glass in Gong Ting's hand fell to the ground, shattering, red wine splashing on his pant leg, and he couldn't even bother to care, striding over to the woman, gripping her shoulders with both hands, "Do you remember any distinctive features of her appearance?"
"Very beautiful."
Obviously, this answer didn't satisfy Gong Ting. He continued to press, "How about her eyes, were her eyes deep blue?"
The woman was frightened by his demeanor, stammering, "I-I don't know, the light was too dim that night, I didn't see clearly." It should be said, her attention was entirely on the money.
Gong Ting let her go, could it be Ning'er?
He hoped it was her, if so, even if he had to give up everything, he would snatch her away from Leng Youchen.
Morin observed his lost look, almost guessing that the young master probably thought this Asian woman was Miss Anning, "Young master, I will continue to investigate until I find this woman."
