Qiao Mo remained silent. It was futile to say anything before understanding the other party's intentions.
The woman smiled slightly, stepping forward slowly: "I just meant to send someone to invite Miss Qiao over. I didn't expect my subordinates to be so clueless and misunderstand. I apologize for any offense and hope you can forgive."
Her words were unhurried, though they were explanatory, each word carried a hint of coldness.
Qiao Mo pretended to be calm: "Why did you want to invite me over?"
The woman curled her red lips, her gaze falling deeply on Qiao Mo.
With a swipe of her gaze, Qiao Mo felt somewhat uneasy.
The woman walked past her, her high heels clacking against the ground, echoing in the quiet warehouse.
"Indeed quite pretty, no wonder Nancheng can't seem to forget." She spoke, lightly laughing.
Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, Nancheng? Fu Nancheng?
Thinking back to his instructions the other day before getting out of the car... Qiao Mo suddenly understood!
