Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, completely unexpected that Fu Nancheng would react this way.
Although, given his temperament, it was indeed impossible for him to show her much enthusiasm, but Qiao Mo hadn't thought he would completely treat her like air.
Inexplicably, a blockage formed in her heart.
No matter how she tried, she couldn't associate this bone-chillingly cold man with the man who asked for a kiss in the car a few days ago.
But, wasn't she already aware of his capriciousness?
Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, not intending to court a rebuff.
Coincidentally, she met the eyes of the woman in the wheelchair.
The woman had a cold and ethereal aura, slightly emaciated, with a somewhat sickly appearance.
Her eyes seemed to be tainted with frost, yet held a strange softness, as if she had long seen through the world, wise yet solitary.
As if sensing Qiao Mo's gaze, the woman looked up, smiling slightly, like the first thaw of ice and snow.
