Morin could tell that his mood wasn't very good, "Young Master, have you eaten? Should I prepare some late-night snacks for you?"
Gong Ting glanced at him coolly, tossed the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushed it underfoot, his voice made hoarse by nicotine, "What about her?"
"Miss Su is in the room, at this hour she should already be asleep." Morin initially thought he would come back earlier, but unexpectedly it was already two in the morning. Even if Miss Su intended to wait for him, she should be asleep by now.
Gong Ting lowered his eyes, "Go wake a bottle of red wine for me."
Morin was startled; at this hour, the Young Master was still in such a high mood, "Then...should I go upstairs and call Miss Su down to accompany you?"
"No need." Gong Ting walked straight into the villa, and Morin quickly followed him inside.
