"Miss Anning, the young master is busy handling an urgent document, please leave."
Wei Anning glanced at the detached Gong Ting. He ignored her, so she took the thermos from Leng Youchen's hand and handed it to Morin, "Steward Mo, this is fish soup I had specially prepared in the kitchen. It's good for his wound recovery. Once he's done, remind him to drink some."
Morin took the thermos, his attitude as indifferent as ever, "I understand, please leave."
Wei Anning sighed. She knew that by choosing Leng Youchen, she shouldn't expect to become friends with Gong Ting. She was indeed too greedy. In that case, they should distance themselves from each other.
"Take good care of yourself, Gong Ting," Wei Anning said, pulling Leng Youchen away with her.
Gong Ting's fingers on the keyboard went stiff. As he looked at the lines of Wei Anning's name on the screen, he suddenly felt utterly ridiculous. So this is how cruel it can be to not be loved.
