The next evening, Qiao Mo was researching equestrian clothes online when her phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at the screen, and the name "Fu Nancheng" stood out markedly.
Sighing lightly, Qiao Mo set aside her computer and answered the call, "Hello."
"Come downstairs." A deep, commanding voice quickly came from the other end of the line.
"Huh?"
"I'm downstairs."
Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to actually come over. She felt a bit uneasy and asked again, "Is there... something you need?"
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.
Then, before Qiao Mo could react, the call was abruptly hung up.
Qiao Mo couldn't help but feel a bit lost.
Is he... angry?
Beside her, Qianxun asked, "Xiao Mo? What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"Oh, it's nothing... I'm going out for a bit."
Though she was still somewhat unwilling in her heart, it was clear that the man was quite displeased.
