In the bedroom, Chi Xiaoyu had already been sleeping soundly, while Gong Beiming had been standing by the bed for a long time.
Under the dim light, he gazed at her, lost in thought.
After a while, he turned off the bedside lamp, and his handsome face was engulfed in the darkness.
Three minutes later, in the study.
Butler Shi walked into the study feeling uneasy.
By then, the study had suffered a catastrophic disaster; the expensive desk lamp lay broken into pieces on the floor, porcelain and art pieces were strewn everywhere, it was a horrific scene to behold.
On Gong Beiming's stern face, there was an aura of deadly seriousness, the coldness chilling the entire space.
"Young Master, please hear me out!" Butler Shi had just begun.
Gong Beiming pointed coldly at the figure of Xiao Mo by the doorway, "Why is he still here?"
"Young Master, Doctor Xiao felt that..."
"Get him out!"
Butler Shi sighed helplessly and had to ask Xiao Mo to leave first.
