Yan Yiheng gave Fu Nancheng a glance, stood up, and walked to Qin Zhaoran’s side to whisper sothing to him before turning to leave the private room.
Fifteen stood like a wooden post in a corner outside, barely noticeable if not looked at carefully.
Yan Yiheng lit a cigarette and walked up to him: "Where’s Qiao Mo?"
"Miss Qiao refuses to co."
"What an attitude!" he sneered and left the Never Night City straight away, driving towards Qiao Mo’s school and calling soone to check her current address.
After circling the school, he couldn’t find her.
Just then, he received a call that confird Qiao Mo’s residence, and he headed there directly.
He sized up the apartnt from the outside, then walked upstairs.
At that mont, Qiao Mo was busy designing clothes at ho. It’s undeniable that the two competitions at school had increased her orders and inco significantly, and recently, Chen Shiqing’s billion-yuan investnt had propelled her to imnse popularity.
Soon, there was a knock at the door.
Qiao Mo furrowed her brows and checked the ti. Who would co at this hour?
’Bang bang bang!’ In just a few seconds, before she could walk from her workspace to the door, the knocking ca again, much more intense this ti, indicating the person outside wasn’t very patient.
’Bang bang!’
Qiao Mo had to quicken her pace, suspecting that if she delayed another two seconds, the flimsy door might be broken down by the person outside.
But when she reached the door and looked outside, there was no one in sight.
"Did I see a ghost?" Qiao Mo stared through the peephole for a long ti, but the outside was completely empty.
Could the visitor have been in such a hurry that they already left?
Shaking her head, Qiao Mo muttered as she turned to return to her workspace, but she hadn’t taken more than two steps when the knocking resud.
"Who?"
There was no response from outside. Frowning, Qiao Mo opened the door.
The door barely opened a crack when a large hand pushed it open forcefully, and a man in a navy-blue casual suit walked in with a half-smile.
Qiao Mo let out a sigh: "Young Master Yan, are you trying to scare soone to death?"
"No choice. I was afraid you wouldn’t dare open the door after seeing ." With one hand tucked in his pocket, Yan Jiu circled the room, glanced at Qiao Mo, and said, "Co with , it’s the Third Brother’s birthday today."
Qiao Mo furrowed her brows; he had indeed co for this.
"I’m not going. I still have work," Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and spoke softly.
"Not going?" A dangerous glint flashed in Yan Jiu’s eyes as he turned and slowly approached Qiao Mo, making the entire room’s atmosphere tense and dangerous.
Just as Qiao Mo bumped into the dining table, feeling inexplicably nervous, he suddenly turned away.
Heading straight for her workspace, he picked up a half-finished piece and tore it in half without hesitation.
"Yan Yiheng!" Qiao Mo’s heart tightened.
He smiled slyly, "Work, right? Either co with now, or I’ll help you ’solve’ your work."
Qiao Mo was too angry to speak. This man was truly like Fu Nancheng, even more so!
In the silence, Yan Jiu picked up another piece of clothing, making Qiao Mo’s heart clench: "I’ll go! I’ll go, alright?"
He smiled, tossed the clothing on the table, "That’s better."
Qiao Mo was so angry she couldn’t speak, changed her clothes, and got into the car with Yan Jiu.
Yan Yiheng didn’t take her directly to the Never Night City, instead, they went to the mall first. Qiao Mo knitted her brows tightly, "What are we doing here?"
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