As Lin Zhiyi's heart was about to leap out of her chest, Gong Chen moved his face away and glanced at the young couple behind the tree.
"Is there an issue?"
His tone exuded impatience.
Realizing it was Gong Chen, the couple quickly bowed respectfully, "Sorry, Third Young Master, we'll leave right away."
The young couple hurried away.
Listening to the receding footsteps, Lin Zhiyi let out a slight sigh of relief.
She tried to push Gong Chen away, but he grasped her wrist.
"Go get your things. I've told Chen Jin to wait for you at the parking lot; he'll take you to the apartment."
There was no room for negotiation; his voice was a deep, unequivocal command.
Lin Zhiyi stiffened, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, struggling to control the tumult in her heart.
In his mind, she wasn't a person,
but a compliant doll, to be toyed with and discarded at will.
She clenched her teeth and struggled to break free from his restraint.