"Zhuo Lin." Qiao Mo's gaze fell on Zhuo Lin's face.
Zhuo Lin's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't manage a genuine smile: "Miss Qiao."
"Did he go to see Qiao Yun?"
Zhuo Lin was still smiling, but his facial muscles were extremely stiff. Although he was usually smooth and slick, at this moment, facing Qiao Mo, he could only manage a dry laugh.
Firstly, he didn't dare to lie to Qiao Mo.
But secondly, he feared Fu Nancheng would come after him if he told the truth.
Zhuo Lin couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. The wedding hadn't happened yet, and he was already caught in the middle, feeling like he was walking on thin ice. What should he do in the future?
Thinking it over, Zhuo Lin couldn't help but start resenting Qiao Yun.
To put it bluntly, where did this other Miss Qiao suddenly come from? She's really giving him a headache.
