Why does she have to leave? He has a fiancée, it should be him moving out!
Thinking this way, Qiao Mo took all his clothes out of the wardrobe, opened the door, and tossed them out without a second thought.
It has to be said, a woman's destructive power is always astonishing.
Within less than ten minutes of Qiao Mo walking in, the previously tidy and clean room was in complete disarray, with wardrobe doors wide open, room door ajar, and clothes and shoes scattered all over the floor...
Qiao Mo simply sat on the floor, rummaging through the wardrobe.
"His..."
Throw!
"His..."
Throw!
"Still his..."
She casually tossed one of his pants into the other room.
At this point, the already small room was piled up with small mountains everywhere, with the man's clothes haphazardly stacked together.
Half an hour later, Qiao Mo had piled almost everything related to Fu Nancheng in front of the door, and several cabinets had been completely emptied.
