Fu Nancheng didn't even lift his head, his clean and slender hands buttoning up the shirt one button at a time.
One, two, three...
As his fingers paused at the third button, Qiao Yun's words from when she left echoed in his mind: You'll regret this!
For some reason, a trace of unease grew in his heart.
Qiao Yun's departure was too smooth, based on his recent understanding of her, she hadn't yet resorted to her usual tricks of crying, causing trouble, and threatening suicide.
Seemingly thinking of something, he turned around, went to the desk, picked up his phone, and checked it again. Yet, he still couldn't discover any clue.
Fu Nancheng found Qiao Mo's number and, without hesitation, dialed her.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off, please try again later..."
The busy tone over the phone made his heart sink further. After hanging up, he dialed it again several times, but the result remained the same.
