As soon as he saw the text message, Fu Nancheng's face turned grim.
He opened the message, his fingertips moved lightly, and replied with two words: 'No.'
Upon receiving the reply, the person on the other end seemed encouraged, and within seconds another message came in: Silly, how could you reply to me if you're not awake?
Fu Nancheng gently touched the corner of his lips, a cold glint flickered in his deep eyes.
'I'm her husband.'
This time, there was a long silence from the other end.
Fu Nancheng snorted coldly, exited the editing page, and casually browsed through Qiao Mo's inbox.
It would've been better not to look, but once he did, his expression completely darkened, his eyes turning fierce.
The inbox was all unremarked text messages. At first glance, they seemed like a bunch of junk messages, and some hadn't even been opened.
But upon closer inspection, they were anything but junk messages.
They were clearly one after another confessional messages!
