His complexion instantly reverted to its previous coldness, with thin lips forming a chilly arc.
Qiao Mo felt a prickling sensation on her back, as if a chilling sword was about to pierce her, making her eager to leave quickly, lest she couldn't escape in a few seconds.
Yet, things never go as one wishes; she just got up from the ground.
A low, cold voice sounded behind her: "Qiao Mo, I am talking to you."
Qiao Mo's heart trembled, her face turned a shade paler.
They had interacted for months, and it was rare for him to call her by her full name, especially in such a chilling tone.
She actually knew, he was displeased.
But remembering what Qinghuan said, that this might be the last time seeing Jing Hao, Qiao Mo's heart clenched tightly.
No matter what, she couldn't go...
Qiao Mo slowly turned around, looked at him again and said, "Fu Nancheng, I really have something important, I need to go out for a while."
