The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar handsome face.
Qiao Mo froze, the water she hadn't opened slipped directly from her hand, falling to the ground...
Why is he here?
Didn't he say he had a meeting?
Facing his deep black eyes, Qiao Mo's heart was pounding uncontrollably. She quickly picked up the bottle, repeatedly telling herself to stay calm, stay calm.
"Get in the car." Fu Nancheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes somewhat dark.
Qiao Mo stuck out her tongue, let out a light breath, and opened the car door to sit in the back seat.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was indescribably heavy and inexplicably low. He still hadn't spoken.
Fu Nancheng's gaze fell on her hand, and Qiao Mo uneasily clutched the morning-after pill in her hand tighter, gently wrapping the packaging completely in her palm, not wanting him to see it.
But in the extremely quiet car, the plastic packaging still made a faint noise.
He looked up at her, silent.
