Gong Ting returned to the Gong Family residence and unsurprisingly saw Yhan Xi in the living room, wearing a qipao and draped in a raccoon-fur shawl, exuding an air of nobility.
Without looking sideways, he walked upstairs when Yhan Xi suddenly called out to him, "Gong Ting, wait a moment!"
Gong Ting paused in his steps, turned to look at her. The living room had only the two of them. Yhan Xi slowly walked to his side, looking up at him with eyes filled with red veins, her breath faintly smelling of alcohol.
"Did you drink?"
"Whether I drank or not seems to have nothing to do with Miss Yhan. If you have something to say, just say it." Gong Ting's attitude was extremely cold, towards someone who once tried to manipulate him, he really didn't have the heart to deal with her.
Yhan Xi's eyes were full of hurt, "Gong Ting, I just wanted to care for you, is that not even allowed?"
