Qiao Mo showed a smile: "Alright, then I'll leave Xiao Xuan's surgery to you."
After speaking, Qiao Mo glanced at the few men, seeing they seemed to have something to say, she tactfully said: "I'll go ask the doctor if Mr. Fu needs any medication? You guys chat first."
After Qiao Mo left, Qin Zhaoran raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Nancheng on the sofa, then sat on the other side of the sofa: "Nancheng, have you softened?"
Fu Nancheng furrowed his brow slightly, lowered his eyes, and said slowly: "Just fooling around."
Both Qin Zhaoran and Yan Jiu furrowed their brows slightly, but ultimately said no more.
Glancing at the medicine box on the coffee table, Yan Jiu directly sat on the windowsill and couldn't help but chuckle: "I say, Third Brother, how come every time you meet our Miss Qiao, you make yourself look so miserable?"
Fu Nancheng's face became a bit more sullen, he picked up an apple from the fruit plate and threw it at him: "Don't be a smart mouth."
