After waiting for a moment and seeing that Qiao Mo still hadn't returned the call, he headed straight to the company.
"Sir... Who are you looking for?" The receptionist and security guard at the entrance stopped him, but the receptionist seemed somewhat astonished by his appearance, her gaze lingering on him.
"I'm looking for Qiao Mo."
"Looking for... President Qiao...?"
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
Fu Nancheng's face darkened slightly; usually, others would see him getting stopped, but this was the first time he tasted this feeling at the hands of his own woman.
"Please... please wait a moment."
Two minutes later, the call was directed to the secretary, Lu Lu, who walked to Qiao Mo's office and said: "President Qiao, there's a Mr. Fu downstairs who says he wants to see you."
Qiao Mo was startled for a moment, not expecting him to come directly.
Seeing her remain silent, Lu Lu couldn't help but tease: "President Qiao, is it Mr. Fu who sends flowers every day?"
