Qiao Mo lowered her gaze to hide the mist in her eyes and chuckled softly: "Indeed, this is Mr. Fu's home. I'm just a woman Mr. Fu bought, truly unworthy of entering your study."
With that said, Qiao Mo turned around and left.
Fu Nancheng watched her back, his thin lips tightly pressed together, and his big hands clenched into fists at his sides.
After returning to the bedroom, Qiao Mo began packing her things.
Bastard!
She didn't mean to pry at all; she just wanted to remind him to take his medicine!
A few minutes later.
Qiao Mo changed clothes and prepared to go out.
As soon as she opened the door, she nearly bumped into him.
Qiao Mo paused slightly, lowered her gaze, sidestepped him, and prepared to leave without saying a word.
His heart tightened, and he grabbed her wrist, speaking in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"
Qiao Mo lifted her head to look at him, a touch of sarcasm flashing in her eyes: "Wasn't it Mr. Fu who told me to get lost?"
