Gong Ting crossed his legs, raised his brows. "You've been living like a monk for so many years, and suddenly you've changed your tune. I'm really curious—who's the person that's got you so worked up?"
Just now, Gong Ting had only vaguely seen a cascade of soft, long hair, but judging by the woman's clothes she seemed quite young. He hadn't expected Morin to be into that type.
Morin scratched his head and went on, afraid he would touch a nerve. Luckily, the announcement came on just then, reminding passengers that the flight to Paris was boarding. He hurriedly said, "Young Master, have a safe trip!"
Gong Ting stood up, gave him a cool sidelong glance, then took the luggage from his hand and strode into security.
Morin stood outside the security checkpoint, watching him leave. Then he quickly turned around and walked out of the airport. He searched around outside but couldn't find Su Yu anywhere. He frowned. Could his eyes have deceived him?
