Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Fu Nancheng walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
Qiao Mo didn't move and continued pretending to watch TV, munching on fruit as she casually said, "There was a phone call just now."
"Hmm," Fu Nancheng acknowledged while drying his hair.
He walked over to the coffee table, picked up the phone, glanced at it, and then gave Qiao Mo a faint look.
Qiao Mo met his gaze, responding to his glance, "Who was it?"
He set down the phone, walked over to her side, and pulled her into his arms, "An unimportant person."
"Oh..."
Qiao Mo responded, not probing further, though her mind couldn't help but wander.
An unimportant person?
To him, is Qiao Yun truly unimportant...?
Maybe.
Perhaps he only saved her number for the convenience of her treatment.
In an instant, it was the day before the wedding photo shoot.
