Gong Ting's expression was cold and severe. With a wave of his large hand, everything on the desk was knocked to the floor. He stared at Daisy with fierce intensity, his menacing demeanor as if he might pounce and twist her neck at any moment.
"I told you to stop talking! Can't you understand?"
Daisy was unwilling to back down. "Brother Gong, I've loved you since I was young. I've loved you for so many years—don't you feel anything at all?"
"I don't like you. I've already said it many times. Daisy, if you dare to badmouth Ning'er in front of me again, I won't spare you. Butler, see her out!" Gong Ting turned his back toward her, his chest heaving in anger.
Daisy looked at his cold and distant silhouette, her face full of sorrow, on the verge of tears. "Brother Gong, I'll prove to you—I am the one who loves you the most. Anning Palace will only hurt you. What right does she have to bear the Gong name?"
