What The Hell

"Feelings are not calculated like this. Liking is liking. There's no need to talk about logic."

Qiao Yi wanted to cry.

How could feelings be measured by these things?

Gong Family Financial Group.

Gong Mingye sat behind his desk with a stack of documents in front of him.

His white blouse was rolled up, revealing half of his arms.

"Knock Knock Knock–"

Someone knocked on the door.

"Enter."

"Young Master." Tang De walked in slowly.

Gong Mingye's pen paused. "Why are you here?"

"The movie that Second Young Lady starred in is scheduled to be released tonight. She left some tickets, and I left two for you."

Gong Mingye's expression turned cold. "Are you very idle?"

Tang De coughed twice but didn't dare to reply.

"Get out."

"Yes, Young Master."

After Tang De left, Gong Mingye's face sank and he pulled out his mobile phone to call Gu Wan'an.