Qiao Mo was slightly startled, turning her head to look at him: "Huh?"
But he unexpectedly spoke again, "So, planning to take responsibility for me for the rest of your life?"
Qiao Mo looked at the man in front of her in a daze, unable to react for a moment.
His eyes were cool and deep, yet she inexplicably sensed a hint of seriousness in them.
Having not received the answer he wanted for a long time, Fu Nancheng faintly shifted his gaze away, picked up the document on the bedside table again, and started flipping through it once more.
A few seconds later, Qiao Mo snapped back to reality.
She stepped forward again to snatch the document from Fu Nancheng's hand, turned around and headed directly to the desk, not intending to let him touch it again.
"Mr. Fu, rest assured, if you ever become paralyzed or severely disabled, I will definitely take care of you and will not abandon you."
He watched her back, gently stroking his chin.
