The trusted aide who went back to report saw Gong Ting standing on the steps with his hands behind his back and quickly lowered his head respectfully, "Mr. Gong."
Gong Ting looked at him indifferently, a hint of hidden aggression in his picturesque features. He waved his hand, "No need to report to the Duke, let them leave."
The trusted aide was stunned, just seeing Gong Ting's indifferent expression as he walked into the night colors. Why did he feel his silhouette was so pitiful, as if abandoned?
The car drove out of the Duke Mansion's gates, without encountering any checks or intercepts, until the Gong Ducal Mansion was left far behind. Only then did Wei Anning let out a long breath.
Beside her, Leng Youchen had one hand on the car window and the other on the steering wheel. Seeing her relieved look, he raised an eyebrow, "Not because he rejected me, why resist the marriage alliance?"
