Qiao Mo looked at the news on the newspaper, almost foreseeing that within three months, this prosperous family would completely decline because of this. Moreover, it was likely that Fu Nancheng had already laid down a heavenly net, making it inevitable for the Chen family to escape disaster.
Fu Nancheng brought out two dishes, reached out, and ruffled her hair, "What are you thinking about?"
Qiao Mo put down the newspaper in her hand, looking at the man wearing an apron with a face full of indulgence, a little dazed.
It was really hard for her to associate him with the ruthless man from the banquet.
If it weren't for that scene that day, she would have almost forgotten how domineering and cruel this man could be.
Yet, on second thought, he was never a kind person to begin with.
Until the dishes were on the table, seeing her still a bit listless, Fu Nancheng put down his chopsticks and asked gently, "Something on your mind?"
