Fu Nancheng's face turned a few degrees colder, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly: "Do you insist on making me angry?"
Qiao Mo's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, she sneered and said, "How would I dare to anger Mr. Fu."
Fu Nancheng lightly pursed his thin lips, staring at her for a long time.
The room fell into a silence, the two in a deadlock.
After a while, he spoke again in a gentle voice: "The floor is cold, get to the bed first."
Qiao Mo remained motionless, her gaze somewhat hazy, yet she only smiled.
He restrained himself and spoke again: "Is there anything you'd like to eat, I'll have Nanny Wang bring it over."
Qiao Mo finally couldn't help but laugh lightly: "Doesn't Mr. Fu find himself hypocritical?"
He pressed his lips together, a hint of hurt flashed in his dark eyes, and he said slowly: "Get up, go to the bed, I don't want to say it again."
She made no sound, only looked at him with mockery.
