"Yes... it’s the CEO."
After speaking, the departnt manager wiped the sweat from his face, swallowed hard, and sat back in his chair, feeling like he had just dodged a bullet.
But who would have thought, before he was even seated properly, a deep voice echoed once more: "I don’t keep idlers. If you try to fool with this kind of stuff again, you’re out."
"Yes... yes!" Sweat started dripping from the manager’s forehead.
"Everyone, leave." Fu Nancheng held a pen in his right hand, lightly tapping it on the table, his aura icy cold.
The people in the eting room hurried out one by one in silence.
It wasn’t until everyone had completely left that Fu Nancheng’s hand slowly stopped moving.
He stared at his phone for a long ti, and seeing that it was nearing noon, he finally made a call.
"Miss Qiao got up at eight, now she is having a al with the sa man."
His brows instantly furrowed, his gaze becoming even more nacing.
Could it be Jiang Jinghao?
After all this ti, hasn’t she forgotten him?
"He seems to be a lawyer. Young master, do you need to investigate?"
Fu Nancheng was slightly taken aback, the hostility around him dissipating slightly...
It seems to be about Qiao Dehou’s matter.
"No need, just inform when they’re done." Fu Nancheng lowered his gaze, ultimately deciding not to pursue it further.
And so he waited, until four in the afternoon.
Fu Nancheng got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the city.
The sunset’s afterglow bathed the earth, yet his face was particularly gloomy.
Have they been talking for so long?
Are they discussing Qiao Dehou’s matters or sothing else?
Ten minutes later, the phone, set to its loudest ring, finally went off. His eyes filled with anticipation, he quickly walked back to the table.
But as he saw it was a call from Fifteen, a flash of disappointnt crossed his eyes.
"Young master, Miss Qiao visited North City Prison with the lawyer to see Qiao Dehou this afternoon, she’s now back at the hotel..."
Upon hearing she went straight back to the hotel again, he abruptly hung up the phone.
Does she really not want to see him that much?
By ten in the evening, Fu Nancheng closed his laptop, glanced at the cactus by his side and gently touched the spikes.
The spikes weren’t hard, and touching them didn’t hurt his fingers.
Feeling sowhat frustrated, he threw the cactus into the living room, took a bath, and prepared for bed.
But everywhere he looked were her things.
The stuffed toys on the bed, the water cup on the pillow, the makeup on the table, the paintbrushes on the coffee table...
In the end, he simply turned off the lights.
The curtains were very effective at blocking light, and once completely extinguished, the room was enveloped in darkness, without a trace of light.
However, in such extre quiet and darkness, the senses beco even sharper.
Everywhere he could sll her scent, lingering by the pillow, not fading away.
Over an hour later, Fu Nancheng suddenly got up, turned the light back on, and directly called Qin Zhaoran.
The ringing lasted a while before it was picked up.
"Is Qiao Xuan’s surgery scheduled for tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Move it to now."
Qin Zhaoran, sleepy and with a headache, rubbed his temples, hoarsely saying, "Nancheng, it’s eleven-thirty at night right now."
"Inform Qiao Mo."
’Bang!’ A sound was heard as Fu Nancheng finished speaking and directly hung up the phone, not giving him a chance to object.
Qin Zhaoran gritted his teeth in anger: "Fu Nancheng!"
He’s having a fight with Qiao Mo and taking it out on him!
anwhile, Qiao Mo had just fallen asleep groggily when the phone rang. Without looking, she answered: "Hello?"
"In half an hour, Qiao Xuan’s surgery."
"Huh?" Her thoughts stalled for a few seconds, then Qiao Mo instantly woke up, sitting up from bed.
"Mr. Qin, it’s the middle of the night! Why do it now?"
"Oh, critically ill." Qin Zhaoran spoke chanically, imdiately hanging up the phone.
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