Having gotten a satisfactory answer, the man's previously somber expression immediately brightened, "With your words, I won't let you live in fear."
Seeing the smile on his handsome face, Xiao Yu slightly breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe things weren't as serious as she imagined; Gong Ting would surely turn danger into safety and peacefully overcome this catastrophe.
This was a war between two political parties, the cruelty of which could only be understood by those amidst the storm, for the victor becomes king and the defeated becomes an outlaw.
Over a hundred kilometers away from London City, Gong Ting let Xiao Yu off to sit in Butler Molin's car. Given the tense political situation, Gong Ting's whereabouts had been leaked, and the road back to London was fraught with peril.
He didn't want her to risk danger alongside him, so he had arranged for Molin to come and pick her up in advance.
