He just took that pen, how could it be called stealing!
"It was you who stole it, right?" Qiao Mo pursued step by step.
"I could buy the whole Jiang City, why would I steal a pen?" Fu Nancheng insisted on arguing.
Qiao Mo frowned, left speechless by his words.
That's true... why would a big CEO, who is doing perfectly fine, be so irrational to steal her pen?
Qiao Mo scratched her head and stared at him for a long time, still not understanding why he would steal a pencil.
Seeing her foolish look, his embarrassment faded a bit.
He reached out to rub her head and changed the subject: "Weren't you looking for a mirror?"
"Ah... right, looking for a mirror..."
With his reminder, Qiao Mo turned around to look for a small mirror, but when she reached the table, she forgot why she wanted to look in the mirror.
Meanwhile, Fu Nancheng just walked into the bathroom, intending to see if his ears were really red.
Qiao Mo then followed him in, nearly scaring him out of his wits!
