For a while, the social elites of Jiang City were racking their brains to attend this gathering, making it quite lively.
That morning, Fu Nancheng sat in his office. After finishing a meeting with a stern face, he pulled out his phone and took a look.
The black phone spun in his clean, slender hand for a moment before he unlocked the screen and found Qiao Mo's number in his contacts.
He stared at it for a while, then exited the screen again. Not a few seconds passed before he tapped back in.
After repeating this several times, he finally threw the phone onto the desk in frustration and walked over to the window.
Damn woman!
She really hadn't called him even once.
Was she planning to give no explanation for drugging him that day?
After that day, he calmed down a bit and had someone check the civil registry records, surprisingly discovering that her marriage to Jiang Jinghao was fake.
