After speaking, Qiao Mo gently closed the box, instantly concealing the dazzling light emitted by the gemstone.
Maybe someone like Fu Nancheng would never understand that a ring holds different meanings for women.
He was not Jing Hao; even if he compensated her with an identical one, to her, its significance would never be the same.
Upon hearing this, a touch of self-mockery flashed through Fu Nancheng's eyes.
So, she wasn't really interested at all!
Is it that she truly loves that Jing Hao desperately?!
Or is she just putting on a show for him?
Qiao Mo lightly placed the box back on the seat between them, obviously unaware of the man's gradually darkening gaze.
"Mr. Fu... if there's nothing else, I'll just..."
Qiao Mo intended to excuse herself, but when she looked up, she met his deep eyes, causing her heart to tremble fiercely with unexplained anxiety.
