The driver noticed he seemed a bit worried and hesitated before comforting, "Sir, don't worry yet. Perhaps Miss Qiao just finished her work and went home first."
Fu Nancheng frowned, not fully agreeing.
After all, there was no reason to turn off her phone if she went home.
But after thinking it over, he still decided to go home and take a look.
Over ten minutes later, Fu Nancheng returned to the apartment he had rented near the school.
But the moment he opened the door, he was stunned, almost thinking the place had been robbed.
Clothes were scattered everywhere, from the sofa to the floor, from the living room to the bedroom...
There were also several pairs of his shoes and belts, even documents and the computer were piled up at the entrance.
"Xiao Mo?" Fu Nancheng called out in a deep voice; there was no response inside the room.
Stepping over the mess on the floor, he walked into the bedroom for a round, only to see the wardrobe had been cleared out too.
