Qiao Mo returned with the clothes, but her mind was filled with Fu Nancheng's handsome face.
Did she say something wrong again?
When they got in the car, his attitude was fine... how did it change so suddenly...
Sigh, what a capricious man!
Sitting on the bed, Qiao Mo carefully took out the dress, feeling a bit lost.
It was like she was bewitched, and she couldn't help but replay that moment in the car in her mind.
His gaze was deep as he looked at her, slowly speaking: "I bought it because it looked good on you."
Did he really think it looked good?
Or was it because of the compliments from that woman in the wheelchair today...
After indulging in some wild thoughts, Qiao Mo put the dress away and continued browsing information online.
...
Meanwhile, in a café near the school.
Soft saxophone music played in the background, and deep blue shadows enveloped this café with a touch of bourgeois flair.
