Hearing Ming Yao ask that question, Gu Siting slightly furrowed his brows.
He pushed the woman in his arms away, his hands gripping her shoulders as his dark pupils deepened, "Did you speak with him alone?"
Ming Yao looked at the man's tense, sharp, and cold contours, biting her lower lip, "He talked to me for a bit, husband, does it bother you?"
Gu Siting let go of Ming Yao's slender shoulders and walked over to the window, taking out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket.
Gu Yanyu wasn't really anything to fear.
But he was on good terms with Gong Yu, having been Gong Yu's study companion abroad.
Gong Yu was a man of unpredictable moods who treated women as playthings, coveting any woman he set his eyes on, determined to snatch them away by any means necessary!
What he feared was that Ming Yao's outstanding nature could catch Gong Yu's attention—
