Fu Nancheng lifted his gaze to her, his thin lips lightly pursed as he mocked, "Looking for me?"
He had an icy aura, even his gaze carried an inexplicable chill.
Qiao Mo felt uneasy in her heart and said softly, "Was it you who commissioned Mr. Liu Yi to investigate the whereabouts of that forensic doctor?"
"Hmph, so what if it was?"
At the thought of that phone call in the afternoon, thinking that she would rather trust an outsider than believe in him, his eyes grew even colder.
So it really was him!
Qiao Mo was on the verge of tears, finally understanding the saying about shooting herself in the foot.
Lightly biting her lip, she steeled herself and said, "Did you... you ask me here today to attend this banquet?"
His phoenix eyes slightly narrowed as he stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, turning his back to Qiao Mo without speaking.
