Old Master Gong slammed the door and left. When he saw Xiao Yu leaning against the wall, he walked up to her with decisive steps and said in a deep voice, "Miss Su, I believe that anyone with a shred of self-respect wouldn't be content being another person's lover. It seems I was wrong about you."
Xiao Yu's face turned ashen, almost blending into the wall behind her. She looked at Old Master Gong and saw disdain and contempt in his eyes. A bloody wound seemed to tear open in her heart.
She had been pretending to forget that Gong Ting was already engaged. In this relationship, she was the third party, but there was always someone to remind her of her self-deception.
Old Master Gong looked at her tear-filled eyes but said nothing, turning to leave, his sleeves fluttering.
