The atmosphere suddenly became a bit tense, Gong Ting stared at her with displeasure. Now that he had consumed her completely, what was she still being pretentious about? Did she think that by severing ties with him, she could return to Fu Zhengci's arms?
Did she think he was dead?
Xiao Yu clearly felt the man's jaw tighten, faint anger emanating from him. She focused her eyes on her nose and her nose on her heart, neither compromising nor looking at him.
The large hand shackled at her waist tightened a bit before releasing, she exhaled with relief, hurriedly stood up and sat on the nearby chair, picking up chopsticks to eat.
Ever since she moved into the villa, in order to accommodate her taste, Gong Ting specifically instructed someone to invite a chef from China, and he accompanied her too.
