His voice was cold, and when Qiao Mo met his eyes, her heart tightened.
But eventually, after a few seconds of stalemate, she still avoided his gaze and said softly, "Fu Nancheng, let's settle our scores."
He looked at her in a daze, momentarily bewildered, even doubting his own ears.
Settle... settle...
He chuckled slightly; she actually wanted to settle scores with him.
Did she really want to leave him that desperately?
As the words left her mouth, Qiao Mo's eyes reddened slightly, yet she still looked down and said calmly, "You saved my life before, and this time I saved yours. Let's call it even, okay."
"Heh... even." A trace of self-mockery passed through his eyes, and his heart ached so much he could hardly breathe.
So, this was the reason she sacrificed herself to save him.
So, it was just to leave him...
Qiao Mo didn't lift her head, not daring to look into his eyes, "As for the fifty million... I'll transfer the remaining half to the card within a year."
