"Address." Fu Nancheng ignored her pleas and stated directly.
Mrs. Chen was silent for a mont but ultimately gave the address to Fu Nancheng.
Fu Nancheng looked at her and slowly said, "Mrs. Chen seems to be unusually familiar with the matters of the Qiao family."
It wasn’t surprising he asked this, because even Qiao Dehou didn’t know his own daughter wasn’t dead, yet the woman in front of him knew so much; it was indeed puzzling.
"I knew I couldn’t hide it from you." Mrs. Chen laughed lightly. "In fact, I didn’t know anything about Qiao Yun. It was purely accidental that I received a letter ntioning Qiao Yun’s background and address. I was worried she might interfere with Shi Qing’s and your marriage, so I had soone investigate further for a while."
Fu Nancheng furrowed his brows; another letter.
It seems soone really enjoys using this thod.
But who exactly is this person? And what is their purpose?
"Is there anything else you wish to say?" Fu Nancheng asked coldly.
Mrs. Chen thought for a mont and shook her head. "That’s all I know... After all, I’m not concerned about Qiao Yun’s life or death, just worried you might find her, threatening the marriage with Shi Qing."
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng did not linger and got up to leave.
Once in the car, he directly instructed the driver to head to the address Mrs. Chen provided.
Inside the car, he lowered his gaze slightly, yet his mood wasn’t as happy as he expected; rather, he was sowhat unsettled.
Qiao Yun... Qiao Yun.
Yun’er?
So back then was her na Yun’er? Or did she adopt a similar-sounding na after returning to the Qiao family?
He loosened his tie and glanced sideways out the window.
For so reason, he suddenly missed the little one at ho. At this ti, she should already be ho.
...
anwhile, Qiao Mo, after finishing work, saw Fifteen as soon as she stepped out of the company door, standing like a milestone.
Perhaps because of Jing Hao’s earlier incident, she always felt a bit of dislike towards Fifteen.
It’s not that she thought he was a bad person, but rather that he seed... unempathetic, cold-blooded.
Upon seeing Fifteen, Qiao Mo directly got into the car, stopped the driver along the way, and ran into a pharmacy.
Fifteen, being diligent and responsible, seed afraid she would be kidnapped. Or that soone would abduct her, hence within seconds, he followed her down from the front passenger seat, trailing her unhurriedly.
If she sped up, he sped up; if she slowed down, he slowed down. Always maintaining a distance of about two ters.
"Do you have... do you have?" Qiao Mo looked sowhat embarrassed at the young man in front of her.
Why is it that when she buys ergency contraceptives, it’s a young man selling; and when she buys pregnancy tests, it’s a young man selling too?
Have young girls lost their appeal now?
And this wooden Fifteen, can’t he distance himself a bit? Doesn’t he know how to avoid suspicion?
The young salesman saw her hesitating and showed a ’I understand, very understand’ expression, glancing Fifteen up and down before Qiao Mo could speak further and took a box from the shelf. "*******, this size should suit your husband, right?"
Qiao Mo’s corner of the eye twitched, her gaze swept over the condoms in the salesman’s hand... small-sized...
She quietly glanced at Fifteen, and sure enough, saw that wooden face now completely dark, with eyes full of killing intent glaring at the salesman.
Qiao Mo couldn’t help but find it amusing, suppressing her laughter.
She wondered how the salesman could determine that Fifteen used small-sized ones?
As if sensing Qiao Mo’s scrutiny, Fifteen shot a cold glare like a chilling blade.
Qiao Mo imdiately held back her laughter, forcing herself to look seriously at the salesman.
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