Mu Mian was instantly drawn into those dark eyes, her steps faltering before she walked over and sat down opposite him, "I went to see Uncle Gong with Xue Ye today."
His hand paused with the wine glass, eyes amused as he looked at her, "And so?"
Mu Mian clenched her fists, "So you know about Uncle Gong's condition, you know he won't live more than half a year, yet you show no reaction? Gong Heng, how can you be so heartless?"
"He's dying, what can I do about it? I'm not the King of Hell, how can I control his life or death."
Mu Mian rebuked angrily, "Are you really completely indifferent to the fact that Uncle Gong is lying there, his life hanging by a thread? If it weren't for you doing... doing this to me… Uncle Gong wouldn't be lying there, Gong Heng, how can you be so at peace with yourself?"
