Qiao Mo turned her head to look out the window, her eyes a bit moist.
Fine, if it's not needed, it's not needed. After all, she was just bought by him, and she had no right to say no.
Fu Nancheng pursed his lips without making a sound and reached over to take her phone.
As soon as he pressed the screen to light it up, a password input page appeared, causing him to slightly narrow his eyes.
When the phone screen went black again, he put the phone back in its original place without touching it.
The car fell into silence again. Qiao Mo kept looking out the window while he gazed at the computer.
More than an hour of silence passed, and the car slowly drove to the dormitory building where Qiao Mo lived.
Since it was a private aristocratic school by nature, luxury cars came and went without end, mostly affluent and noble; thus, Fu Nancheng's car did not attract much attention.
After Qiao Mo got out of the car, she opened the trunk and began to move her luggage.
