Qiao Mo lightly bit her lip, desperately holding back, but a tear still escaped her eyes.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Qiao Mo snapped out of her daze, quickly wiped away the tear marks on her face, and closed the webpage on her computer. Pretending as if nothing had happened.
Fu Nancheng came out of the study and saw the lights and TV in the living room were on. A blanket was casually thrown on the sofa, half of it hanging onto the floor.
Approaching, he picked up the blanket and found the remote had also been tossed aside, making him furrow his brow slightly.
Turning around, he walked to the bedroom and saw her on the computer.
He went over and hugged her from behind: "Why did you come over so quickly? The TV is still on."
Qiao Mo forced a smile, pretending to be calm: "Oh... I just got a call, so I rushed a bit. After answering, I ended up forgetting."
