Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned, his face gloomy.
You don't like bass?
He had never heard her say that...
Qiao Mo, however, seemed as if she hadn't heard at all, eating the fish in the bowl, randomly picking a few dishes and stuffing them into her mouth.
Jing Hao frowned with some concern, wanting to speak but stopping.
The young men nearby finally understood a bit, feeling annoyed at heart, not expecting Jing Hao to have any connection with Fu Nancheng's woman.
At this moment, Qiao Mo suddenly felt nauseous, threw down her chopsticks and turned to run to the restroom.
"Xiao Mo!" Fu Nancheng's gaze tightened, immediately chasing after her.
Qiao Mo ran all the way to the sink and began retching. She retched so hard her eyes became a little red and sore, gripping the sink for a while without feeling comfortable.
Fu Nancheng's brow furrowed tightly, helping to pull back her hair and patting her back: "How are you?"
Qiao Mo said nothing, continuing to vomit for a while.
