What the heck is all this!
It makes no sense!
Totally unreasonable...
Qiao Mo felt somewhat frustrated and tossed the notebook onto the coffee table.
Clearly, she should be the one upset. He was the unreasonable one who told her to leave, yet now it's somehow her fault.
Qiao Mo was gloomy, resting her chin in her hand, but due to someone's cold stare, she didn't dare throw the notebook away.
She muttered for over an hour, her eyes already too tired to stay open.
She tossed the notebook aside, climbed onto the bed in a daze, and fell asleep, ignoring all those ridiculous demands...
Early next morning.
Inside a black Ferrari.
Fu Nancheng held last night's notebook, as if he were a parent checking a child's homework.
Next to him, Qiao Mo was reciting earnestly.
"Article one, prohibit contact with other males, keep any conversation at least three meters apart."
After reciting, Qiao Mo couldn't help but roll her eyes. Keeping a three-meter distance even to talk?
