Gong Ting put down the document, got up and walked into the dining room, sitting opposite Xiao Yu. The servant quickly brought over some snacks, and specially placed a bowl of thick porridge opposite Xiao Yu. "Miss Su, the Young Master especially instructed this porridge to be made for you. Would you like to try it?"
Xiao Yu lowered her head and looked at the porridge in front of her, instinctively looking at Gong Ting, "Well, thank you."
"My name's not 'well'," Gong Ting picked up his chopsticks, picked a piece of dim sum, and sent it into his mouth without sparing even a glance for her, clearly still upset about yesterday afternoon's incident.
Xiao Yu's mouth twitched, "Young Master Gong, thank you!"
"If you don't mean it, there's no need to thank me. I can't accept it," Gong Ting picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, still maintaining that indifferent demeanor, which almost made Xiao Yu throw the porridge in his face.
