She's clearly not her, so why won't he let her go...
Qiao Mo sat on the sofa somewhat dejectedly; she simply didn't want to continue being someone else's substitute.
Since none of this belonged to her in the first place, why cling to it?
For several days in a row, Qiao Mo hadn't seen a trace of Fu Nancheng.
During this time, Fu Nancheng also stayed in a hotel owned by the company, his face constantly grim, making everyone in the company anxious, fearing they might accidentally upset their boss.
Early this morning.
Just as he emerged from the shower, he saw Zhuo Lin standing apprehensively at the door.
His brows furrowed, his face icy: "Who let you in."
Zhuo Lin's legs gave way, clearly frightened.
It was known that recently the boss had been declining all work and seeing no one.
"It... it's Mr. Jiu who wants to see you."
"Not seeing him." Fu Nancheng said, walking to the window with a cold voice.
"But... but Mr. Jiu said... he... he..."
