After speaking, Qiao Mo nodded in satisfaction, feeling that this approach seemed reasonable.
"A good-hearted person?" Fu Nancheng squinted his eyes at Qiao Mo, a trace of menace flashing in his gaze, his thin lips parting slightly, exuding a particularly cold aura.
The temperature in the room instantly dropped a few degrees; Qiao Mo felt an extremely chilling gaze upon her, making her inexplicably uneasy.
"Oh, then I really must thank this good-hearted person." Qiao Xuan, upon hearing this, laughed heartily, emphasizing the words "good-hearted person."
His gaze grew even colder, his whole aura like a cold abyss.
Qiao Mo shrank her head, not daring to look at him, only feeling as though he was about to devour her.
"Qiao Mo." He pushed out her name through gritted teeth.
Qiao Mo forced a smile as she looked at him, meeting his devouring gaze, and felt utterly tearless.
She truly didn't know how to introduce him.
'Good-hearted person' is at least a commendatory term?
