Qiao Mo awkwardly looked away, her cheeks rosy and indescribably alluring.
What… what kind of person is this…
To be thinking about such things at this time, it's truly shameless.
Qiao Mo muttered to herself, but she really didn't dare to laugh again.
A black stretch limousine was parked in front of the corridor door. He gently placed her on the ground, and Zhuo Lin immediately stepped forward to open the car door, intending to remind Qiao Mo to be careful.
But Fu Nancheng had already stepped in front of him, carefully shielding her from the car door to prevent her from bumping into it.
Once she sat down securely, he bent down to tidy her dress, cautiously arranging the light pink hem neatly inside the car to prevent it from getting caught or creased when the door closed.
Qiao Mo secretly glanced at him. His profile was still handsome and clear, yet there was an added touch of tenderness, causing a hint of shyness to spill over her eyes.
