Qiao Mo raised her hand to turn on the light, and the room instantly lit up.
Fu Nancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on her, carrying a hint of sarcasm and coldness.
Qiao Mo steeled herself and walked forward, taking a seat opposite him.
Only then did she notice a glass of whiskey and several documents scattered casually on the coffee table.
His gaze was indifferent, with a touch of aloofness, as it settled on her, seemingly waiting for her to speak.
"Fu Nancheng…"
'Knock knock.'
Just as Qiao Mo began to speak, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." He straightened up and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.
Immediately, a man entered with two assistants, carrying a black briefcase, with the secretary, Zhuo Lin, following behind.
Qiao Mo was momentarily startled, not expecting him to still have work to deal with so late.
Out of politeness, Qiao Mo stood up and nodded to the men who entered.
