The next morning, he drove her back to school.
From dining to getting in the car, she never uttered a word to him, as quiet as the air.
When the car stopped, Qiao Mo left without looking back, not even saying goodbye.
Watching her figure quickly disappear from sight, a trace of disappointment flickered in Fu Nancheng's eyes.
Qiao Mo walked back to the dormitory, where Yu Qianxun asked with concern, "Xiao Mo, where did you go yesterday? You didn't take your phone, and I couldn't find you. I was so worried."
Qiao Mo smiled slightly, "Something came up yesterday, so I didn't come back. Sorry to make you worry."
Yu Qianxun sighed lightly and asked again, "Is it related to Uncle Qiao?"
"Hmm..." Qiao Mo didn't want to explain further and simply responded.
Yu Qianxun glanced at Qiao Mo, hesitated for a moment, and asked again, "Is there any progress in the case? Or any new evidence?"
"No, it's just my dad's not feeling well in prison."
Qiao Mo casually found an excuse.
