"You'd better not test my patience." Fu Nancheng's face was gloomy, leaving no room for argument.
"Fine." Qiao Mo let out a self-deprecating laugh. She felt like a piece of meat on the chopping block; she had no right to say no.
For the first time, Qiao Mo understood what it meant to have her life controlled by someone else, not by fate!
Looking down at her incessantly ringing phone, tears pattered onto the screen.
Idiot!
Why must you keep calling!
It's utterly foolish!
In the end, Qiao Mo still picked up the phone with red eyes, pretending to be cold and detached: "Hello."
"Xiao Mo, where are you? Is something wrong? Please, tell me!"
Qiao Mo bit her lip tightly in silence, fearing she would break down into sobs if she let her guard slip.
"Hello? Xiao Mo, are you listening? Are you sick?" Jiang Jinghao's anxious voice came through the phone.
"I'm not sick; I'm very clear-headed."
