Old Master Gong stood in the hall, with a halo-like light above his head, but his gaze gave an inexplicable sense of oppression, making Xiao Yu instinctively step back.
She naturally knew who this middle-aged man often seen on financial magazines was.
"Uncle Mo, we have guests at home, why haven't we served tea? I'll prepare it immediately."
Xiao Yu threw her bag on the cabinet in the hallway and dashed into the kitchen. She leaned against the door, panting heavily with nervousness. What should she do? Why was Old Master Gong here? To hand her a check and make her leave Gong Ting?
If that's the case, she would definitely take the check and leave.
No, no, if she takes the check and leaves, Gong Ting certainly won't let her off easily. Then what should she do?
