Before coming, she did a bit of homework and didn't expect Fu Nancheng to be interested in such a banquet.
Qiao Mo wore a white long dress, busy sneaking bites of food.
Having been abroad for these years, her appetite had grown, perhaps because the food overseas was unbearably bad, making her hungry again soon after eating.
"Xiao Mo...?" A gentle voice sounded behind her.
Qiao Mo turned around and saw Yu Qianxun, dressed in a light green long dress, lightly brushing her hair, looking somewhat unsure at her.
Qiao Mo smiled slightly, "Qianxun."
"Really... is it really you?" Yu Qianxun froze, incredulous.
"Yes, it's me."
She immediately stepped forward, nervously grasped her wrist, "But... but weren't you... weren't you dead? How could... how could...?"
Yu Qianxun looked exceptionally shocked, her grasp on Qiao Mo's wrist was painful.
"Well, it's a long story. Let's not talk about it, but why are you here?"
