No one understands better than him that the last time at the hotel, even though he was terribly angry at Qiao Mo and Jiang Jinghao sleeping together, he still only let Fifteen do it.
Because Fifteen had been with him the longest and knew the limits, even the injuries left on Jiang Jinghao were far less shocking than they appeared, and even his hand that was supposedly broken was actually just dislocated.
...
Time flew by, and before long it was lunchtime.
Qiao Mo still sat motionlessly on the ground by the sofa, ignoring the shards of glass scattered around her clothes and dress.
Her gaze was fixed on her phone, so intently that her eyes were painfully sore from staring too long and too hard.
Soon, the sound of the door opening was heard.
Qiao Mo still showed no reaction.
Fifteen walked in with a tray of food and placed it on the coffee table near her, then turned around and left without a word.
Looking at the steaming food, Qiao Mo only found it laughable.
