Xiao Yu looked at him with tears in her eyes, her heart wrenching in pain, "Gong Ting, go back, it's over between us. I'll find a way to repay the money I owe you."
Gong Ting's gaze suddenly turned icy and the temperature in the living room noticeably dropped. His thin lips pressed into a straight line, his hand hanging at his side clenching into a fist, blood droplets emerging from the cuts made by shattered porcelain, splattering onto the marble floor.
Yet, he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.
"I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you're not coming back with me?" The man's gaze carried a chilling threat, staring at her without blinking.
Xiao Yu suddenly felt the crisis of being targeted by a beast. Her heart tightened, but she still persisted with her original intention unchanged, "Not going back!"
"Very well!" Gong Ting quietly looked at her for three seconds, then suddenly turned and strode away.
