Qiao Mo asked softly, "What was that about Mrs. Fu at the banquet?"
"Oh, those people are just flattering. When the mister said you were going, they started praising you. When he said you weren't going, they began to show concern and ask why."
It was hard for Qiao Mo to believe that the person Nanny Wang was talking about could be the once domineering and arrogant Fu Nancheng.
"Is he… really like this?"
"Yes, even though these people all flatter and curry favor with the mister, in private they treat him like a joke, mocking him and thinking he's gone crazy."
Tears uncontrollably welled up from the corners of her eyes, and Qiao Mo bit her lip without making a sound.
Nanny Wang sighed, "Miss, it's really good that you're back. At least since you returned, the mister seems... a bit more alive..."
Qiao Mo's eyes were red as she forced a smile.
Looking up, she saw him coming out of the bathroom bare-chested, meeting her eyes.
