Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but want to retort.
The relationship between her and Fu Nancheng was merely a transaction; when the time was up, the transaction was over. How could it be considered a betrayal?
But facing his pair of dark, warning eyes that sent a chill down her spine, Qiao Mo wisely chose to remain silent.
Yan Jiu gave her a deep look, snorted coldly, and then released her.
Earlier today, when he met with his third brother, he noticed his rare low spirits, and it wasn't hard to guess—it certainly had something to do with Qiao Mo!
But there were things he couldn't get involved in; he only feared that Qiao Mo might once again stab his third brother's heart a few times!
It wasn't until the car gradually drove away that Qiao Mo slowly sat up straight. Her heart was still pounding fiercely, and it took her a long time to recover, only to find herself drenched in cold sweat.
Thinking back, she was truly anxious for herself.
