A few minutes later, a trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes.
He rolled down the car window, didn't even look, not a blink, and with a "bang!" he threw the gift along with the box out with a swift motion!
He returned from a business trip this morning, and happened to hear from a friend at the police station.
That Qiao Mo seemed to have a missing relative and had been searching for days.
He felt uneasy, so he headed straight to the police station as soon as he got off the plane.
Unexpectedly... it turned out to be nothing but his own wishful thinking!
Fu Nancheng lowered his eyes again, his expression calm.
Only the two hands at his sides were clenched into fists, the blue veins standing out prominently.
The driver in the front secretly glanced at him through the rearview mirror but dared not make a sound.
What was wrong with Mr. Fu?
Clearly, when he came back, he was holding the gift so carefully, unwilling to let go.
