The driver noticed he seed a bit worried and hesitated before comforting, "Sir, don’t worry yet. Perhaps Miss Qiao just finished her work and went ho first."
Fu Nancheng frowned, not fully agreeing.
After all, there was no reason to turn off her phone if she went ho.
But after thinking it over, he still decided to go ho and take a look.
Over ten minutes later, Fu Nancheng returned to the apartnt he had rented near the school.
But the mont he opened the door, he was stunned, almost thinking the place had been robbed.
Clothes were scattered everywhere, from the sofa to the floor, from the living room to the bedroom...
There were also several pairs of his shoes and belts, even docunts and the computer were piled up at the entrance.
"Xiao Mo?" Fu Nancheng called out in a deep voice; there was no response inside the room.
Stepping over the ss on the floor, he walked into the bedroom for a round, only to see the wardrobe had been cleared out too.
Sweeping a glance, his brows furrowed tightly.
If at first, he hadn’t noticed any clues, at this mont, he could easily discern where her things used to be in the whole chaotic room.
Looking around, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.
At a glance, he saw a light pink envelope on the table, with elegant handwriting spelling "To Fu Nancheng."
Fu Nancheng breathed a sigh of relief, the handwriting was hers. Since she left a letter, it likely ant nothing unexpected had happened.
He opened the envelope and took out the letter paper, a familiar bank card fell onto the table.
His expression imdiately darkened, he almost didn’t need to read to know what the letter said!
Fu Nancheng: I’m very grateful for your care during this ti. My injury has basically healed. Since I am not the person you’re looking for, I plan to leave. There are fifty million in the bank card, which is the surgery fee you initially lent to Qiao Xuan. Wishing you all the best, and that you quickly find the person in your mories. Do not miss .
Qiao Mo’s letter was extrely short, only three lines long.
But in reality, she had spent a whole hour writing it.
Fu Nancheng lowered his eyes, his large hand tightened, instantly crumpling the letter paper in his hand!
All the best? Do not miss ...
It was quite clear, indeed!
He threw the crumpled letter paper aside in one motion, his face somber as he dialed Qiao Mo’s number again.
"Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off. Please try again later..."
Listening to the chanical female voice, he felt a heavy block in his chest, a fire lurking in the depths of his dark eyes.
This woman was really resolute in her departure!
Could it be that after all this ti, she truly felt no reluctance whatsoever?
He kicked the books on the ground and directly dialed Fifteen’s number.
"Young Master."
"Tell Uncle Zhong not to investigate anymore. You take over the responsibility."
"Yes."
"Find out where she is! Dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find her for !" Fu Nancheng’s voice carried a bone-chilling coldness, even through the phone, Fifteen could feel the anger within him.
After hanging up, Fu Nancheng went directly back to Nanshan Villa.
...
anwhile, after Qiao Mo left, she changed her phone number, using the na of one of Xie Qinghuan’s suitors.
As for her old SIM card, she simply discarded it.
Then, under the introduction of a friend of Qinghuan’s, she rented a place. Afraid Fu Nancheng would find her, she paid double and avoided using her ID.
Additionally, she didn’t plan to go to school for the ti being.
After leaving today, she went to school to pick up plenty of professional tools and planned to work earnestly for a while, after all, she had accepted quite a few assignnts previously and there was plenty of work.
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