Over an hour later, Fu Nancheng got out of the car with a dark expression.
The biting cold wind outside helped clear his head a bit. He glanced at the woman slowly getting out of the car, and only when she approached did he start walking.
He deliberately slowed his pace, wanting to wait for her to catch up.
However, the slower he walked, the slower she walked too, keeping a distance of about one and a half meters from him all the time. It was clearly intentional.
He looked up at her, and she just stood there, meeting his gaze. It didn't seem like she was sulking, but her eyes always carried a hint of aloofness.
His face turned a bit grim as he suppressed the annoyance in his heart and walked towards the women's clothing section.
Qiao Mo silently followed him into a women's clothing store, stopping not far from his side.
Sometimes, the more considerate he was, the more she couldn't help but wonder if it was because he saw her as someone else.
