Qiao Mo’s tears fell drop by drop; she never knew her tear glands were so developed.
But in front of him, she felt as insignificant as an ant; he could easily destroy everything she cared about with just a flick of his finger!
"Why are you pushing like this... Why are you pushing so hard?"
Her tears were scalding, each drop searing his arm, making his heart ache.
Yet he remained unmoved, speaking coldly: "I give you two choices: One, get out of the car now. Two, break up with Jiang Jinghao now."
"Could you wait a few days? I just want to wait for Aunt Feng..." Qiao Mo was sowhat dazed.
"There’s no third option." His gaze was deep.
"Fine, I’ll break... I’ll break up now..."
As Qiao Mo laughed and cried at the sa ti, tears covered her small face.
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s gaze beca even darker: "Call him."
Qiao Mo’s eyes were sore, the shimring tears swirling in her eyes.
Slowly, she took out her phone and dialed Jiang Jinghao’s number.
"Hello, Xiao Mo, have you woken up?" The man’s voice was exceptionally gentle, like a spring breeze.
Qiao Mo quickly raised her arm to wipe away the tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, but the tears were like a raging flood, impossible to suppress.
She had to cover her mouth, fearing she would sob out loud.
But even so, sobs and choked cries continued to escape.
"Xiao Mo? What’s wrong? Is sothing wrong?" His voice was tinged with urgency.
Qiao Mo trembled all over; finally lowering her eyes, she choked: "Jing Hao, we... let’s break up."
As soon as her words fell, there was a mont of silence on the other end of the phone.
After a full two-minute silence, Jiang Jinghao finally spoke again: "Xiao Mo... what are you saying? Is sothing wrong? Don’t worry, I’ll co to find you right now. Don’t be afraid if sothing’s wrong!"
"I’m sorry... I’m sorry! Let’s break up..."
"Xiao Mo! What on earth are you talking about?"
Chokingly, Qiao Mo spoke: "Let’s not see each other anymore from now on."
With those words, Qiao Mo didn’t wait for him to speak before she resolutely hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, and tried hard to suppress her sobs, causing her shoulders to tremble gently.
Fu Nancheng’s face remained cold, his gaze on Qiao Mo was even more shadowy.
Did she love him that much?
And what about him?
What did he an to her...
Soon, Qiao Mo’s phone rang again, the vibrations mixed with the ringtone sounded incessantly in the car seat.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell lightly on the phone’s illuminated screen, the na Jing Hao pricking at his eyes painfully.
The phone rang for over a minute before the call ended, but soon it started ringing again.
Qiao Mo picked up the phone with red eyes, the na Jing Hao was saved a week ago, but unexpectedly, she would have to delete it so soon.
Looking at the phone that kept ringing, just as she was about to hang up, the man beside her suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "Answer the phone."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, looking at him dazedly.
His gaze was fierce, his voice heavy: "Answer!"
"Ask him to et up, and explain everything face to face."
Her eyes were bright red, carrying a trace of alienation and hatred towards him: "Mr. Fu..."
Why? Why even though she has said break up, he still ruthlessly forces her to et him!
Isn’t this enough?
Why does he want her to cut him a few more tis on his wound!
Does he want to turn her into that villain!
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