Gong Ting's brows knit tightly. He knew this wasn't Morin's idea; most likely it was Old Master afraid Su Yu would cling to him. His voice went cold. "Next time she acts up again, just call me directly. Go get the spare key. I'll go check on her."
The servant quickly fetched the spare key. Gong Ting took it, turned around, and went upstairs at once.
Gong Ting came to the bedroom door and tried the handle. It was indeed locked from the inside. His handsome face darkened, he slipped the key in, turned the lock, and strode straight in.
The bedroom was dim. He could vaguely make out a small mound rising in the middle of the big bed. He stopped by the bed, looking down at her from above. Her face was frighteningly pale, with a fine sheen of cold sweat beading across her forehead.
His heart lurched. He bent down and reached for her forehead; under his fingertips it was icy cold. He then touched behind her ear and her neck— the scorching heat there made his heart give a little tremor.
