Xiao Yu looked down at the necklace around her neck, pursed her lips, and muttered, "My necklace is not cheap; it's more precious than anything in this world."
"What are you mumbling about?" Gong Ting looked at her with a cold face, seeing her reluctantly take off the necklace and carefully place it in the pocket of her handbag. That cherished attitude was something he'd seen for the first time.
After putting away the necklace, Xiao Yu complained, "You're such trouble. It's not like I want to go to the banquet with you. If you're embarrassed by me, you can find your secretary or some society darling instead. I reckon they'd be more willing to accompany you."
Gong Ting's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he gave her a faint glance, suppressing the agitation inside him, and grabbed her wrist, striding out of the private club.
Gong Ting rudely stuffed her into the passenger seat, then took the keys handed over by the parking attendant and swiftly got into the car.
