Qiao Yin snorted coldly, a trace of smugness flashing in her eyes.
Turning back to the old man, she put on a smile again, and deliberately said, as if showing off, "Why didn't Zihao come? Is he too busy with work? I really didn't expect him to be so busy and still so thoughtful."
Under everyone's gaze, the old man frowned slightly and then said, "I'm sorry, I'm here to pick up Miss Qiao Mo."
"Wha... what?" Qiao Yin's face stiffened as she looked at the old man in front of her.
"Mr. Fu sent me to pick up Miss Qiao Mo," the old man spoke again.
Qiao Yin's face instantly twisted, her eyes red as she looked at the dozen or so black Bentleys behind her, her face flushed purple with anger.
That bitch!
They were actually here to pick up that bitch!
The aunts and Old Mrs. Qiao beside her were also stunned, turning awkwardly to look at Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo slightly lowered her eyes.
So... it was him who came.
No wonder, no wonder she felt a thorn in her back, an inexplicable unease.
