On the other side, the car was driving farther away.
Qiao Mo looked at the two figures in the rearview mirror, rubbed her nose, and smelled the aroma of steak. She inexplicably felt sorry for the two of them.
Wasn't Fu Nancheng a bit too harsh?
At least let them have a meal...
What if they fainted from anger?
But at this moment, Qiao Mo didn't realize she had hit the nail on the head.
But... were all these clothes really for her?
Qiao Mo thought about it and began trying hard to recall what they bought today...
If they were really all for her, she thought she wouldn't need to buy clothes for the rest of the year.
Yet thinking about how he had a cold face the whole afternoon, Qiao Mo let out a light snort, as if to say that she wouldn't talk to him just because of that.
Fu Nancheng glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Although she had been by his side all day, he suddenly felt a bit like he missed her.
"Eat first if you're hungry," he said softly.
