Ten minutes later, Qiao Mo closed the box in her hand and placed it on the back seat, not planning to eat anymore.
Typically, she didn't have much of an appetite in the morning, but now, because she was pregnant, she had to eat something, otherwise, she would soon feel extremely hungry.
Just as she had put everything in place, Fu Nancheng handed her another bottle of water.
Qiao Mo glanced at him and took it.
At that moment, a car suddenly dashed out from a lateral road ahead, and Fu Nancheng slammed on the gas pedal. The tires screeched against the paint, and the car came to a sudden halt.
Qiao Mo uncontrollably lurched forward, and the water bottle in her hand slipped down to her feet.
"Are you okay?" Fu Nancheng grabbed her shoulder, with a trace of concern in his eyes.
It was just a sudden stop, so nothing major happened.
