Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned, suddenly recalling how she leaned against the headboard reading a magazine last night.
She actually already knew... So she already knew...
No wonder she seemed uninterested last night; it must have been because of Qiao Yun.
Thinking of this, Fu Nancheng immediately turned around, a trace of unease rising in his heart.
Yet, Yang Peiyun stepped forward again to block her: "Mr. Fu, do you really have no feelings for Xiao Yun at all?"
Fu Nancheng's gaze grew colder.
It's strange to say, but he could never forget the girl in his memories, nor those past recollections.
But, facing Qiao Yun, aside from a bit of pity and guilt, he truly couldn't muster any other emotions.
Thinking about it, if it weren't for those childhood memories, he probably wouldn't even have this slight pity and guilt.
"Step aside." He was somewhat unsettled at the moment, worried that Qiao Mo might be angry with him.
