After Qiao Mo arrived at the office, a bouquet of roses was delivered shortly after.
"President Qiao, these are your flowers."
"Who sent them?"
"Didn't say, but there's a card attached."
Qiao Mo nodded, and after the secretary Lu Lu placed the roses in a vase, she turned and left.
Glancing at the card, the signature read Mr. Fu.
Qiao Mo was a bit lost in thought, then laughed self-deprecatingly, and lowered her head to start working.
A large bouquet of red roses, as passionate as fire, added a touch of brightness to the cold office, yet seemed unable to reignite her heart that had long grown cold.
At six in the evening, Qiao Mo packed her things and left the building.
A black Bentley was parked in front, and Fu Nancheng stood by the car, one hand in his pocket, drawing glances from women.
Seeing her come out, he extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and walked towards her.
"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you again?" Qiao Mo said with a smile.
