She frequently turned her head towards the direction of the guest room, and whenever she heard the slightest noise, she would run barefoot off the couch, crane her neck to look out the window, hoping it was him returning.
Unfortunately, time and again… all she was met with was disappointment.
Qiao Mo sighed softly, propped her chin on her hand, sat on the sofa, and unknowingly fell asleep.
Until a sudden nod jolted her awake from her slumber.
A movie had already finished playing; she glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already half-past eleven, why wasn't he back yet?
Her lips slightly puckered, feeling a bit aggrieved.
She picked up her phone and called him again; the phone rang for quite a while, but no one ever answered.
Fu Nancheng looked at the number on the phone, feeling somewhat conflicted.
