Qiao Mo remained silent. It was futile to say anything before understanding the other party’s intentions.
The woman smiled slightly, stepping forward slowly: "I just ant to send soone to invite Miss Qiao over. I didn’t expect my subordinates to be so clueless and misunderstand. I apologize for any offense and hope you can forgive."
Her words were unhurried, though they were explanatory, each word carried a hint of coldness.
Qiao Mo pretended to be calm: "Why did you want to invite over?"
The woman curled her red lips, her gaze falling deeply on Qiao Mo.
With a swipe of her gaze, Qiao Mo felt sowhat uneasy.
The woman walked past her, her high heels clacking against the ground, echoing in the quiet warehouse.
"Indeed quite pretty, no wonder Nancheng can’t seem to forget." She spoke, lightly laughing.
Qiao Mo was stunned for a mont, Nancheng? Fu Nancheng?
Thinking back to his instructions the other day before getting out of the car... Qiao Mo suddenly understood!
This woman before her must have so connection with Fu Nancheng.
"Who are you?"
"I am Fu Qingrou, Fu Nancheng’s aunt." The woman turned around and spoke again.
Fu Nancheng’s aunt...
"What? Did he not ntion to you?"
Qiao Mo remained silent, now carefully examining the woman’s features, finding that she indeed bore so resemblance to Fu Nancheng.
"It makes sense. He’s busy hiding you away, how could he possibly ntion ?" The woman chuckled lightly.
Qiao Mo frowned: "What exactly do you want to say?"
"I invited you here today just to settle a score. After all, in life, debts must be repaid eventually." The woman’s tone was gentle, yet inexplicably chilling to Qiao Mo.
"What score?"
Fu Qingrou restrained the smile on her face, her beautiful eyes deep and unfathomable.
Qiao Mo’s heart trembled lightly, her throat tightened a bit.
"What score? You caused Qingxue’s legs to break, and you ask what score?" The woman seed to have heard a joke, her face filled with coldness, no longer any trace of laughter.
Qiao Mo instinctively stepped back two paces, clearly sensing the murderous intent emanating from this woman.
Qingxue...
That girl in a wheelchair?
Yes, Fu Nancheng ntioned she is his aunt’s daughter.
Suppressing the unease deep inside, Qiao Mo spoke again: "I don’t understand what you’re saying. Before this, I had never t Qingxue. How does her broken leg have anything to do with ?"
She indeed had never seen that woman, how could she be responsible for her legs breaking?
Fu Qingrou’s expression darkened, speaking slowly: "You’re right, you have never t her. But if it weren’t for you, Nancheng wouldn’t have abandoned her. If it weren’t for this, how could her legs have ended up like this?"
"Apologies, I don’t know what you’re talking about." Qiao Mo frowned, what ’back then’, what ’abandon her’?
She simply couldn’t understand what this woman was saying.
Fu Qingrou let out a cold laugh: "Hmph, don’t pretend to be stupid. I know you’re the girl from back then. I just didn’t expect Nancheng would be with you again."
"The girl from back then?" Qiao Mo’s brow furrowed even tighter.
Fu Qingrou didn’t explain further but coldly said: "You ruined Qingxue’s legs, today I’ll take away a pair of legs."
With that, Fu Qingrou looked at the burly n at her side and coldly ordered: "Go on, what are you waiting for."
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, without hesitating to ask more, she turned and began to run.
But she was fast, those tall n were faster.
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