What kind of indescribable torment was Gong Ting feeling in his heart? He offered her his whole heart, yet she refused, choosing instead to compromise and humble herself for another man.
His voice revealed no trace of emotion, but Wei Anning could feel an invisible pressure pressing toward her. Her head was spinning badly. "I thought you went back to rest."
"Ning'er, are you really going to degrade yourself like this?" Gong Ting's tone suddenly turned sharp and aggressive.
His girl should be cherished and spoiled to the point of being untouchable, where even being worshiped and adored by others would feel insufficient. Why did she have to lower herself to such a pitiful position?
Wei Anning's face went pale, and she swayed unsteadily. "Gong Ting, I'm not feeling well. Can we talk about this later?"
