Chapter 20: Be Sincere When Asking for Help (3)
Listening to the teasing, Qiao Mo's face grew paler, her blurred gaze settling on Fu Nancheng.
Hearing the banter of a few friends, he remained silent, only lighting another cigarette, smoking it lazily.
Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, her two hands hanging by her side gently clenched, her fingertips digging harshly into her flesh.
Sincerity?
A hint of self-mockery slipped through Qiao Mo's eyes.
She had lived for twenty-three years, yet never imagined there would be such a day.
After several seconds, Qiao Mo finally released her hands and stood up.
Step by step, she walked towards the man in front of her.
The short distance of a few meters suddenly seemed extremely long, her previously cold and numb feet now filled with piercing pain, as if each step was taken on a poisoned blade tip.