A few seconds later, the woman smiled slightly at Qiao Mo, as if to greet her.
Then she turned to Fu Nancheng and said, "Who is this?"
Fu Nancheng's gaze darkened slightly, he withdrew his sight from Qiao Mo and said blandly, "Just a servant."
Qiao Mo was also momentarily stunned, staring at him in a daze.
She never expected he would answer like that...
A servant?
For some reason, an unfounded sense of loss and self-mockery rose in her heart.
Indeed, a servant it should be.
It's just her job mainly consisted of warming the bed.
Meeting her gaze, Fu Nancheng showed no expression, his face indifferent as though she was a complete stranger.
Seeing the coldness and indifference in his eyes, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, intending to leave.
But just as she moved, the woman in the wheelchair spoke, "We've met before."
Qiao Mo's steps faltered slightly, and she looked at her again.
Not understanding what she meant to say.
"At the mall," the woman added.
