Cecilia smiled charmingly, raising her chin slightly and glancing at Su Yu on the TV, "Young Master Gong, they say heroes can't resist the charms of a beauty. Aren't you moved by what Miss Su has done for you?"
Gong Ting pressed his thin lips tightly and stared at her coldly, "For a man who chases power, why would he care about personal feelings? Besides, Su Yu is nothing more than a lover to me. If she's gone, she's gone. If you plan to use her to threaten me, you're really making a miscalculation."
"Is that so?" Cecilia raised her eyebrows, a hint of malicious light in her eyes. "Since Young Master Gong has no sympathy for a beauty, I shouldn't care about an Asian's life or death either. I'll hand over the video tomorrow, and maybe Congress will forgo a trial and just send someone to remove her oxygen mask."
