A Strong Heart

Gong Mingye sneered in his heart.

Heh.

Heartless.

"Actually, I think Second Young Master misses Second Young Lady too," Tang De said boldly.

"Who told you that?"

Gong Mingye's gaze swept over coldly.

In a split second, Tang De felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe.

"Second Young Master…was looking at his phone just now…"

"Looking at the mobile phone means I'm thinking about her? Waiting for her video call? Do I look that idle?" Gong Mingye's voice was low, stern, and cold.

Tang De stiffly said; "No... no..."

The Second Young Master now seemed like a disgruntled woman who had been abandoned.

If he looked in the mirror, he would see the words 'resentful woman' carved on his forehead.

"In the future, don't mention her in front of me!"

His words revealed an irrepressible anger.