Fu Nancheng was slightly taken aback, his dark eyes deep and silent.
Qiao Mo sniffed lightly, this time her nose was clear, but she vaguely sensed a medicinal scent on him.
She examined him for a while, not finding anything visibly wrong, yet she couldn't quite shake her worry: "Are you hurt?"
The more she thought about it, the more Qiao Mo felt it was a possibility.
Otherwise, why would he be late when he had clearly promised her?
Eventually, Qiao Mo's gaze fell on the arm of his suit jacket, where there was a faint stain, off-white, small yet distinct.
Qiao Mo grasped his arm and sniffed it gently, then confirmed that the medicinal scent precisely came from this part of the suit. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"I thought you were injured… phew… now tell me, why were you so late?"
"I went to visit a patient," Fu Nancheng spoke in a deep voice.
Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, not expecting this.
