Elsewhere.
"Young Master? Should we continue calling?" The butler, seeing Gong Beiyao's expression frozen, felt worried.
"No need!" Gong Beiyao said coldly.
"Then Young Madam—"
"Remember, from today onwards, never let me hear those three words again. Whoever defies this will be severely punished!"
The entire hall fell into a terrifying silence.
The butler looked at Gong Beiyao with surprise; he saw him clenching his fists tightly as he left.
His right hand was still red, and it seemed to the butler that his eyes were also a bit red.
Just at that moment—
Ding-ling-ling—
Ding-ling-ling—
"Young Master! Maybe it's Young Madam calling back!" the butler hurriedly said.
Gong Beiyao's steps paused for a moment, but quickly, he regained his composure.
He had been immersed in a daydream for too long, truly believing that she might come to love him.
But disappointment time and again eventually exhausts all patience, all expectations.
