Qiao Mo returned with the clothes, but her mind was filled with Fu Nancheng’s handso face.
Did she say sothing wrong again?
When they got in the car, his attitude was fine... how did it change so suddenly...
Sigh, what a capricious man!
Sitting on the bed, Qiao Mo carefully took out the dress, feeling a bit lost.
It was like she was bewitched, and she couldn’t help but replay that mont in the car in her mind.
His gaze was deep as he looked at her, slowly speaking: "I bought it because it looked good on you."
Did he really think it looked good?
Or was it because of the complints from that woman in the wheelchair today...
After indulging in so wild thoughts, Qiao Mo put the dress away and continued browsing information online.
...
anwhile, in a café near the school.
Soft saxophone music played in the background, and deep blue shadows enveloped this café with a touch of bourgeois flair.
At one of the square tables, Shen Tingting stirred her coffee with a spoon, occasionally glancing toward the door, looking sowhat impatient.
Finally, after more than ten minutes.
A figure hurried in; it was a woman wearing a hooded coat, with the hood pulled over her head, looking very low-key.
The woman sat down in front of Shen Tingting and ordered a cup of coffee.
Shen Tingting sized her up and chuckled: "I didn’t expect you to ask out."
"Nothing unexpected about it."
"So, what did you want to et for?" Shen Tingting asked indifferently, seemingly quite interested.
The woman took a card from her bag, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it toward Shen Tingting.
"What’s this?"
Shen Tingting squinted at her.
The woman let out a light laugh but didn’t respond.
Shen Tingting looked at her suspiciously, then slowly opened the card handed over, and was taken aback.
"Is this... Fu Nancheng’s number?"
Shen Tingting’s eyes lit up as she looked at the woman opposite her, in disbelief.
"Haven’t you always been infatuated with Mr. Fu?"
Shen Tingting placed the card face down on the table, seriously observing the woman opposite her, unable to resist asking: "Then why are you helping ?"
"I have my reasons for helping you, but I’d advise you not to misuse this opportunity."
"What do you an by that?" Shen Tingting prided herself on her wit, but she was at a loss for what the woman was thinking.
The woman didn’t speak imdiately, and a silence settled between them.
A few minutes later, the woman checked her watch and spoke again: "Do you really think that with just one phone call, you can replace Qiao Mo in Fu Nancheng’s heart?"
At the ntion of Qiao Mo, Shen Tingting’s whole face twisted with rage.
If not for her, how could her face have been ruined like this!
Countless tis ridiculed for no reason!
"What exactly do you want to say?"
The woman smiled: "It’s Mrs. Jiang’s birthday in a few days, you’re a smart person, no need for to elaborate."
With that, the woman got up and left.
Shen Tingting sat alone in the booth, her eyes narrowing.
Mrs. Jiang?
Jiang Jinghao’s mother?
...
Three days later, Qiao Mo had just left the library when a figure approached her from the side.
It was none other than Shen Tingting, seemingly waiting for her on purpose.
"Qiao Mo, I heard Han Zirui took on Qiao Dehou’s case for you. How is your preparation going?" Shen Tingting spoke with a cold smile.
Qiao Mo’s expression cooled a bit.
Indeed, the second trial was imminent, and even with Han Zirui’s help, the most critical thing now was the lack of evidence to prove Qiao Dehou’s innocence.
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