Why… of all times, was it eight years ago.
No sooner had Fu Nancheng returned did he give her more time to zone out.
Qiao Mo quickly closed the webpage in a hurry, her fingers chilly and a bit shaky. She immediately closed the computer.
Fu Nancheng furrowed his brows slightly, pulling her onto his lap, glanced at the closed computer, and scrutinized her with a deep voice, "What guilty thing are you up to? So flustered?"
"Nothing." Qiao Mo rebutted softly, yet still appeared a bit downcast.
"Hmm?" His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing her.
Although she seemed abnormal at first glance, he keenly sensed her low spirits.
"It's nothing, maybe it's the pregnancy causing it. Mood swings." Qiao Mo forced a smile, but her fingertips still trembled slightly.
Could it be that the person he's been searching for has actually been her… sister?
Qiao Yun?
Is Qiao Yun truly a child of the Qiao family… is she really the one he's looking for...
