Qiao Yun's gaze swept across Qiao Mo's swollen belly, giving rise to a touch of jealousy and unease.
Qiao Mo chuckled softly, with a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
She had been worried about him these days, worried whether something had happened to him, but it turns out he has a beauty by his side and is doing well.
"Is it because of her that you haven't been home for a long time?" Qiao Mo asked, staring directly into his eyes.
His eyes were as familiar as ever, yet as deep and cold as a chilling pond.
She couldn't understand or discern them.
Qiao Yun also turned to look at Fu Nancheng. He had been very nice to her lately, although sometimes he seemed unpredictable and unfathomable.
But she was greedy for that kindness, she was infatuated with his appearance, his power, and his tenderness.
He certainly didn't know that from the very first day he entered the orphanage, she was uncontrollably attracted to him.
