Qiao Mo thought for a long time, almost using all the time on the plane to ponder over this matter.
But even so, she still couldn't come up with any evidence.
Suspicion was ultimately just suspicion, yet she was unwilling to speculate about her friend in this way, so she had to put the matter aside.
...
Since Fu Nancheng didn't know she suddenly came back, he didn't come to pick her up.
Qiao Mo took a taxi directly back to Nanshan Villa, took a shower, tidied up, and asked the housekeeper to prepare a table of food, then began to wait for him to come back.
The sky gradually darkened, probably because she hadn't rested well recently.
Around seven in the evening, Qiao Mo fell asleep curled up on the sofa.
When Fu Nancheng came back and noticed the bedroom light on, he paused for a moment, then softly entered the room.
The wall lamp behind the sofa was on, and the television was playing a family movie.
