"Where is Mr. Fu?"
"He's in the bedroom."
Qiao Mo nodded, carrying ginger soup to the bedroom.
As soon as she pushed the door open, Qiao Mo was stunned, her gaze lingered on his back for a long time without returning to her senses.
He was wearing shorts, standing by the window, seemingly smoking, with water dripping from his hair.
His upper body was bare and muscular, but his back...
Was crisscrossed with various deep and shallow scars, some of which were quite shocking.
Qiao Mo's eyes grew a bit wet, and even she didn't know why.
She stood at the doorway with the tray in her hands, forgetting to react, just staring at him blankly.
And he seemed to have something on his mind too, not noticing her footsteps.
Not until he finished a cigarette, turned to the table, and extinguished it, did he notice Qiao Mo standing at the door.
His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze sharpened a bit, but he didn't say anything.
