Whenever Qiao Mo thinks of Qiao Dehou locked behind iron bars, her eyes brim with tears, and she clenches her fists tightly.
The Shen family has brought her father to this point, causing her family to fall apart; she must ensure the father and daughter of the Shen family face the punishnt they deserve!
It was not until ten in the evening that Yu Qianxun and another roommate hurried back.
"Xiao Mo, why are you blankly standing there? Have you showered yet?" Yu Qianxun asked worriedly.
"Not yet, you guys go first." Qiao Mo snapped out of her thoughts.
"Xiao Mo, I know the Qiao family’s situation has been a huge blow to you. But you need to pick yourself up. I heard the school has gotten so invitations to Milan Fashion Week, seems like there’s so competition, you should seize the opportunity." Yu Qianxun placed her hands on Qiao Mo’s shoulders and looked earnestly into her eyes.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo was stunned again: "Milan Fashion Week?"
"Yeah, it seems to be the launch of the spring and sumr collection, haven’t you always wanted to attend Fashion Week?"
Qiao Mo’s thoughts drifted a little far away, if she could participate in the design process for Milan Fashion Week, it would be an incredible stepping stone to fa, and after a few years of hard work, she could potentially save ten years in establishing her own fashion brand.
By the ti Qianxun and Siyu finished showering, it was already close to eleven at night.
Qiao Mo quickly tidied up her things, preparing to shower.
Yet after rummaging in her suitcase for a while, she still couldn’t find her underwear... causing her to feel a bit troubled.
Could it be that Nanny Wang forgot to pack it for her?
"Xiao Mo, what are you looking for?" Yu Qianxun lay on the bed, turning her face to watch Qiao Mo rummaging through boxes.
Qiao Mo replied a bit awkwardly: "My toiletries..."
Where did the underwear go?
After a while, Qiao Mo turned the few neatly packed suitcases upside down, but still couldn’t find any underwear.
Going out to buy so, the supermarket is probably closed by now.
And an item like underwear isn’t sothing you can borrow from soone.
Qiao Mo was truly conflicted... had she known, she would’ve packed her luggage earlier yesterday, but she ended up falling asleep watching a movie!
Without another choice, Qiao Mo searched for another ten minutes, but still couldn’t find anything.
She had to run to the balcony, desperately making a call to Fu Nancheng.
Fu Nancheng had just co out of the shower when he saw Qiao Mo’s call co in.
Slightly distracted, he then answered in a steady tone: "Hello."
Hearing his voice, Qiao Mo’s cheeks inexplicably flushed red, and she hesitantly spoke: "Mr. Fu..."
"Mm." He walked to the sofa and sat down, lighting a cigarette, waiting for her to continue.
"Are you... are you at ho?"
Fu Nancheng remained silent, only taking a few puffs of the cigarette between his fingers, waiting for her to continue.
"Is Nanny Wang there?"
His gaze deepened slightly, and he slowly said, "No."
"Oh... then never mind."
Imdiately, Qiao Mo planned to hang up the call, yet felt so heaviness in her heart.
"Looking for sothing?" His deep voice sounded again.
Qiao Mo leaned against the balcony, hesitating for ages, before finally speaking quietly, her face turning a vivid red: "Underwear."
"Top layer, second compartnt on the left of the silver suitcase."
When he finished speaking, Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, both of them falling silent simultaneously.
So quiet they could almost hear each other’s breathing.
Qiao Mo was slightly distracted and couldn’t help but softly ask: "How... do you know so well?"
Fu Nancheng remained silent, rely extinguishing the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
Just as Qiao Mo thought he wouldn’t speak again, his deep voice ca through the phone once more: "If you can’t find sothing, ask again."
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