Qiao Mo bit down hard on the words "with all one’s strength," nearly causing Chen Shiqing to cough up a mouthful of blood. She was trembling with anger.
"Yinyin, let’s go!" Knowing it was not in her best interest to stay here, Chen Shiqing looked at Qiao Yin and spoke.
A trace of unwillingness floated in Qiao Yin’s eyes: "Are we just going to leave like this? What’s the difference between that and being a miserable rat scurrying across the street?"
Qiao Mo curled her lips, looking at her dear sister, and for so reason, Yu Xiaoqin ca to mind.
As the saying goes, "all crows under the sun are black," who would have thought the so-called "pig teammate" wasn’t just Yu Xiaoqin!
"Are you saying I’m like a miserable rat scurrying across the street?" Chen Shiqing’s eyes were gloomy as she looked at Qiao Yin and asked coldly.
"No... no, that’s not what I ant! I just think we shouldn’t give up so easily..." Qiao Yin hurriedly explained.
"Hmph, then why don’t you tell what we should do?"
When asked, Qiao Yin was instead left speechless.
Chen Shiqing gave her a cold glance, suppressed the anger in her heart, and turned to leave.
Watching her back, Qiao Mo calmly said, "If I have a new piece next ti, I’ll definitely contact Miss Chen. Since Miss Chen recognizes my design so much, I hope you’ll continue to give your full support then."
Listening to Qiao Mo’s words only fueled Chen Shiqing’s anger.
Perhaps because she was walking too fast, or her steps were too heavy.
In an unfortunate mont, the heel of her right high-heeled shoe broke suddenly, causing her foot to twist, and she fell down.
Instinctively reaching out, she grabbed Qiao Yin, causing Qiao Yin to fall as well.
Nurous reporters once again raised their caras, capturing the scene of the two of them.
Seeing her designed dress along with the packaging bag fall to the ground, Qiao Mo stepped forward to pick it up and handed it to Chen Shiqing: "Miss Chen, you must hold on to this hundred million well."
Chen Shiqing, who had been trying her best to endure, couldn’t hold back anymore and looked at Qiao Mo with red eyes, "Qiao Mo, so what if you win this ti! I’m about to beco Fu Nancheng’s fiancée! In the future, I’ll beco his wife, the mother of his children, and the woman who spends her life with him!"
Qiao Mo just gave a faint smile: "Then I must congratulate you first."
Chen Shiqing got up from the ground and continued, "And in twenty years, no, ten years, in ten years he won’t even rember who you are!"
With those words, she strode away.
...
After she left, Qiao Mo’s face turned a few shades darker.
She took a taxi back to the house near the school, her entire being simring with anger!
Ha, how laughable!
What exactly did this man take her for?
He even has a fiancée now!
The date for the engagent is set!
Invitations have been sent out!
Yet she’s the only one looking like a fool.
If she hadn’t bumped into Chen Shiqing, would she have beco the howrecker everyone talks about, the laughingstock in everyone’s eyes!
Thinking of this, Qiao Mo’s eyes reddened a little.
Should she really thank him!
In just half a year of knowing him, she’s gained two new identities. A mistress? A third party?
Because it was still early, Fu Nancheng hadn’t returned yet.
Once ho, Qiao Mo kicked off her shoes, barefoot, and rummaged through her suitcase, opening it wide on the ground, she began packing her things from the wardrobe!
Why does she love dreaming so much?
Now, she ought to wake up!
Throwing her clothes hurriedly into the suitcase, looking at those neatly lined-up dark suits in the wardrobe, Qiao Mo took a deep breath, feeling a bit lost.
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