Jin Chengbin was initially stunned, then thought she was joking: "Baby, you really know how to joke..."
"I'm not joking, Mr. Jin~"
Jin Chengbin sensed something was off: "You... what do you mean by that?"
Qiao Mo's voice turned colder: "You abandon your wife and child, harm your own flesh and blood, aren't you afraid Yiran will come back as a ghost to find you!"
"You!!"
Jin Chengbin's heart trembled. Just as he was about to speak, he looked up and met a pair of dark eyes.
Fu Nancheng's expression was grim. He grabbed Qiao Mo's arm, pulled her up from Jin Chengbin, and pulled her into his own embrace.
Qiao Mo was a little drunk, leaning gently against his chest, and said softly: "You're here."
Fu Nancheng held her protectively in his arms, his deep gaze landing on Jin Chengbin's face with a cold, murderous intent.
Jin Chengbin's heart tightened, and most of his drunkenness vanished, leaving him pale.
"Fu... Mr. Fu..."
