The verdict of Qiao Dehou's case came down, and Qiao Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With Qiao Xuan gradually waking up and recovering, Qiao Mo was in exceptionally good spirits.
Everything seemed to be developing in a positive direction, except for Fu Nancheng's leg that still worried her.
Besides preparing suits for the second competition, she started making nourishing soups at home, hoping he would get better soon, showing her utmost dedication.
On this day, Qiao Mo was busy in the second-floor kitchen for over two hours.
Finally, she managed to make a pot of rich corn and bone soup, ladled out a bowl, and brought it in front of Fu Nancheng.
"All done, you can drink it now."
Fu Nancheng put down the book in his hand, glanced at her, and was evidently very satisfied with the recent lifestyle.
The milky bone soup was thick and savory; he took a sip and nodded slightly to her expectant gaze, "Better than the last time."
Qiao Mo pouted a little dissatisfied.
