The dinner was nearing its end when Qiao Mo's phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the name Fu Nancheng, she felt uneasy and looked at Feng Lan, saying, "Aunt Feng, I'm going to the restroom."
Qiao Mo got up and walked towards the restroom, taking the call in the corridor.
"Where are you?"
His voice was cold, almost devoid of emotion.
"Having dinner with a friend."
Qiao Mo was a bit nervous. It was Friday, and she was supposed to return to Nanshan Villa.
But she had to meet Shen Ling, so she had sent a message to Fu Nancheng earlier, telling him she would return the next day. He hadn't replied then, so she hadn't expected him to call now.
A few seconds later, he pursed his thin lips: "Which friend?"
Qiao Mo felt a bit tense: "Just a classmate... you don't know them."
Fu Nancheng let out a cold laugh: "You better not be lying to me."
"I..."
With a 'snap' sound, the call was hung up.
Qiao Mo looked at her phone, feeling uneasy.
