Gong Ting tugged at his tie, took a long stride, walked to the sofa, sat down, and took a sip of champagne. "She's my woman. Isn't it right to bring her back to the villa?"
"Beauty begets disaster!" Old Master Gong reprimanded in a low voice. "Gong Ting, do you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I know. The relationship between men and women is perfectly normal. Or do you want to control me solving my own physiological problems?" Gong Ting had been speaking rather flippantly since he entered the room.
Quite different from his usual demeanor.
Old Master Gong was furious, "You are a Royal Consort; your every move is in the eyes of the whole country. How do you expect the people to think when you openly keep a woman at home?"
Gong Ting heavily placed the wine glass on the coffee table, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Old Master Gong's enraged expression. "You just keep your worries to yourself. If anything happens, it won't drag the Gong Family into it."
