Qiao Mo’s gaze was sowhat sore, and she finally looked away to Jiang Jinghao across from her, softly saying, "Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Jinghao seed a bit lost, the ntion of Mr. Jiang making his face turn a shade paler.
Fu Nancheng slowly curled his lips, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
Qiao Mo avoided Jiang Jinghao’s gaze, her eyes always resting on the ground in front of her feet.
The n beside them gradually sensed sothing was off in the atmosphere, but for a while they couldn’t grasp the situation.
One of them tried to smooth things over, saying, "I didn’t expect Young Master Fu and Jing Hao to know each other before. This must be fate. Today, we must have a good gathering no matter what."
Thus, the group entered a private room at Tingyu Pavilion together.
The private room was spacious, with a touch of elegance in its decor, as Qiao Mo walked to the table.
Jiang Jinghao instinctively pulled out a chair for her, but as his hand rested on the back of the chair, another large hand also landed on the other side of the backrest.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze was deep, carrying a hint of coldness, not speaking, yet the aning was clear.
Jiang Jinghao was slightly startled, facing those cold and harsh eyes, feeling a block in his heart, making him uncomfortable.
Two gazes t in the air, one fierce and cold, the other restrained and persistent, like two frost knives and wind swords clashing in the air, shaking the room with coldness.
Qiao Mo watched this scene, her heart tightened, and she subconsciously spoke, "Jing Hao..."
As soon as she spoke, both gazes turned to her, one as gentle as ever, the other with an undeniable chill.
Fu Nancheng slowly curled his lips.
Jing Hao?
Ha, after all this ti, she still hasn’t forgotten him!
Noticing the chill in his eyes, Qiao Mo lowered her gaze and softly said, "Let go."
The light words, carrying a trace of helplessness and fatigue, yet it was unclear if it was telling him to let go of the chair or to let go of her...
Jing Hao, let go.
If he continued to insist, he wouldn’t gain any advantage from Fu Nancheng at all.
Soone like him wouldn’t give up easily.
Perhaps sensing her low mood, a few seconds later, Jiang Jinghao ultimately withdrew his hand, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
Qiao Mo sat down, Fu Nancheng sat on her right, while Jiang Jinghao sat on Fu Nancheng’s right. Qiao Mo quietly stared at the dining table, not speaking.
Soon, the dishes were served one by one, and several n tried to draw closer to Fu Nancheng, constantly livening up the atmosphere.
Unfortunately, Fu Nancheng was soone who never cared about others’ faces.
He cherished words like gold from start to finish, resulting in an awkward atmosphere, and the room gradually quieted down.
Qiao Mo didn’t speak the whole ti, nor did she look up, just keeping her head down eating the food in front of her, tasting nothing.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell on her, very lightly, and he didn’t touch his chopsticks all along, so the others didn’t dare to move either.
For a mont, the large room had only Qiao Mo eating, with all eyes on her.
At this mont, Qiao Mo seed unaware, rather absent-minded.
She just wanted this mont to pass quickly; she didn’t know how to face Jiang Jinghao and was more afraid that a careless move would provoke Fu Nancheng’s anger towards him.
Not long after, a pair of chopsticks entered her sight.
Suddenly, a piece of fish, with bones removed, was added to her bowl.
Qiao Mo’s movent paused slightly; she knew very well who the owner of the chopsticks was...
She didn’t say anything, keeping her head down, eating.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Jinghao on the side frowned slightly, couldn’t help but speak, "Mr. Fu, she doesn’t eat bass."
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