Qiao Mo remained silent, not even able to take in what he was saying.
Thinking of the busy signal on the phone earlier, her gaze turned a bit sour.
She knew it wasn’t a busy signal; he had blacklisted her number. She had also blacklisted so people who called her crazily, so she knew that’s what happened when one was blacklisted.
Moreover, the first call from a few minutes ago, although no one answered, had clearly gone through.
Several kidnappers sat silently around her, each with a grim expression.
The bomb strapped to her continued its countdown. In the blink of an eye, it went from fifty-nine minutes to forty minutes, as if marking the final monts of her life.
...
On the other side, after Qiao Yun finished replying to the text ssage, she imdiately deleted it and then added Qiao Mo’s number to the blacklist.
But before she could put down the phone, the sound of running water from the bathroom abruptly stopped.
Qiao Yun’s heart tightened, and she tossed the phone out of her hand in an instant.
Fu Nancheng pushed the door open and witnessed the scene, his face darkening imdiately: "What are you doing!"
Qiao Yun trembled in fear, forcing a small smile: "Nancheng... I just wanted to..."
Fu Nancheng completely ignored her, striding forward to grab his phone, checking it briefly, and coldly said: "I’ll ask you again, what are you doing!"
Qiao Yun’s heart tightened and she quickly responded: "I... I just wanted to see if you had received my calls and texts. I... I saw you weren’t replying to ."
"Get out!" Fu Nancheng ordered sharply, tinkering with his phone with a bare, grim face.
After carefully checking, he found nothing unusual.
"Nancheng, have you really found evidence? Can you prove my sister’s innocence?"
"Nancheng... please don’t ignore . The information wasn’t leaked by or my mother. How could we possibly do such a thing? Please, Nancheng, believe , don’t ignore ..."
"If it wasn’t you two, then tell , who was it?" Fu Nancheng looked up at her, his gaze icy.
Qiao Yun was at a loss for words: "I... I don’t know who it was either... but you have to believe , it wasn’t us."
"Get out!"
Fu Nancheng shouted sternly. As he suspected, Qiao Yun and her mother truly had no knowledge of the real identity behind the scenes.
So, at this mont, her mother and her were of no more use to him, just waiting for the truth to be revealed and for them to go to prison. He would surely have soone take good care of them there!
Qiao Yun bit her lip, shivering from the cold aura emanating from him.
At that mont, Zhuo Lin pushed the door open and was stunned for a mont upon seeing Qiao Yun: "Young master, the press conference starts in twenty minutes."
"Got it, escort the unrelated people out." Fu Nancheng turned around, walked to the wardrobe, and took out a shirt.
Zhuo Lin imdiately called two bodyguards over and said to Qiao Yun: "Miss Qiao, please."
Qiao Yun stared at Fu Nancheng’s back, unwillingly: "Fu Nancheng, do you have any feelings for at all? Or have you really just been using all this ti?"
"No."
Qiao Yun couldn’t believe it, her eyes moistening a little: "So you’ve been treating well all along just for Qiao Mo? All those things you said, were they all just to deceive ?"
"Yes."
Qiao Yun laughed softly: "Ha, you treat this way, and you’ll regret it!"
With those words, before he could reply, she quickly ran out of Fu Nancheng’s office.
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