When Gong Ting left the Palace, he didn't see the figure of Fu Zhengci at the door. His heart was burning, and his face looked grim. Gong Zhen, sitting next to him, had been observing his expression since they left the Palace gate, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"How did your talk with The Queen go?"
Gong Ting toyed with his phone, glanced nonchalantly at Old Master Gong, and said in a bland tone, "The things you're worried about won't happen, so you can stop worrying."
Old Master Gong was somewhat embarrassed by his retort, "Good that you know. You're not young anymore; you should settle down."
Gong Ting didn't even want to respond this time and just instructed the driver in front, "Find an intersection to drop me off after we enter the city."
