As if sensing a gaze from upstairs, Qiao Mo immediately looked up.
But the railing upstairs was empty, with nothing there.
She frowned deeper. "Not a single guest room key was left?"
"Yes, for safety reasons, all the keys are periodically taken to the security department for re-registration."
Qiao Mo was frustrated, feeling utterly unconvinced.
Yet, she had no alternative but to go upstairs again.
Upon hearing the noise, Fu Nancheng hurriedly returned to the sofa, picked up his laptop, and maintained his previous posture, as if he hadn't moved the entire time.
Qiao Mo sat angrily across from him.
What was she to do with the guest room door locked?
Shooting a fierce glance at the man opposite, Qiao Mo hugged a cushion and turned on the TV, planning to make do on the sofa for the night.
It wasn't until eleven that Fu Nancheng finally put down his laptop.
He glanced at Qiao Mo and then turned to go to the bedroom.
