In the bar, Gong Ting was drinking one glass after another, while Morin stood beside him, wanting to persuade him but lacking the courage. Seeing him drink so recklessly, he was afraid something bad would happen.
"Young Master, drinking harms the liver, you should drink less."
"Don't bother me!" Gong Ting pushed his hand away and directly took the bottle to drink from it. Seeing this, Morin was so anxious that his brow twitched violently. This time, Miss Su really hurt the Young Master terribly.
He couldn't understand why Miss Su was so ungrateful, given how much the Young Master doted on her.
"Young Master, should I send someone to bring Miss Su back?" Morin asked cautiously.
Gong Ting raised his head, his gaze was cold as he stared at him, his voice full of hatred, "Morin, don't mention that ungrateful woman in front of me again!"
