Qiao Mo let out a soft laugh, unsure if she was laughing at the answer or at herself: "Did you two sleep together?"
Qiao Mo spoke bluntly, yet clearly saw a trace of anger in his eyes, which quickly turned into heartache.
"Say it again." Fu Nancheng's thin lips trembled lightly, his chest nearly exploding.
Qiao Mo's eyes were also red, yet she pulled her lips into a smile: "I'm asking if you two slept together?"
"Is that how you see me?" He roared, his large hand gripping her shoulder painfully, the anger and pain inside him nearly consuming her.
Qiao Mo felt dizzy from his shaking, yet was rendered speechless by his questioning.
"Speak!" He demanded harshly, his voice so cold it sent a shiver down Qiao Mo's spine.
She avoided his gaze, turned her head to look outside the car window, gently biting her lip.
Seeing her silence, he finally calmed down a bit, releasing her somewhat weakly.
