Gong Ting got up and went downstairs, pacing restlessly in the hall. The Butler came out of the bedroom, originally intending to pour a glass of water. Seeing the agitated Gong Ting, he was startled.
"Young Master, what's the matter?"
Gong Ting was wearing a black bathrobe, his expression was irritable under the dim yellow light. He glanced at him coldly, "Nothing, couldn't sleep, just came down to walk around."
Morin nodded, "Young Master, would you like a glass of milk? Milk can help you sleep."
"No need." Gong Ting rejected coldly, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the outside of the main door. It was already 3 a.m., and she still hadn't come back. Could something really have happened?
Morin followed his gaze towards the outside of the main door, somewhat unable to fathom what he was thinking, so he said, "Young Master, what are you looking at?"
"Am I looking at anything? I'm not looking at anything." Gong Ting suddenly exploded like a lit firecracker.
