Fu Nancheng's gaze was particularly somber as he turned slightly to gently lift Qiao Mo's chin, his voice low as he spoke, "Xiao Mo, don't push your luck."
Qiao Mo looked down, twisting her fingers, and didn't respond.
...
By nine in the evening, the company was mostly empty, and only then did Qiao Mo leave with Fu Nancheng using the private elevator.
He dismissed the driver and drove the car himself.
Qiao Mo sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window. The window was open just a crack, and her hair was tousled by the wind.
"Let's get something to eat." He glanced at the woman beside him, his gaze softening a bit.
Qiao Mo turned her head, "No, just take me home first."
He frowned slightly, "You haven't eaten tonight."
Qiao Mo hesitated for a moment. She was indeed hungry, but the problem was that she hadn't showered since the afternoon... She just wanted to go home and clean up first; she didn't feel like going out to eat like this.
"What do you want to eat?"
