Qiao Mo was slightly startled, a crack appeared on her always flawless face, but soon, she restored her smile: "Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu are truly in love."
"Mm."
He didn't speak again, and Qiao Mo also remained silent, yet there was an inexplicable bitterness in her heart.
Hadn't she convinced herself she no longer cared? Why did it still hurt so much to hear the news of him marrying another woman?
Three years, time flies, in the blink of an eye, it's been three years.
She had never forgotten him, but she also could never forgive him.
Yet sometimes, fate likes to play tricks on people.
This time, if it weren't for Chenchen, perhaps she would never have chosen to return to Jiang City in her lifetime.
The auction continued for over half an hour, but time flew by amidst Qiao Mo's random thoughts.
In a blink, the auction ended, and the dinner began.
