But Qiao Mo didn't have the slightest reaction, still standing motionlessly by the window, seemingly ignoring his intentions altogether.
His gaze turned colder, and his tone sank: "Don't make me say it a second time."
Qiao Mo's eyes stung, an inexplicable grievance welling up.
Yet, as if she was set on opposing him, she remained motionless by the window.
Suddenly, a sharp pain in her wrist!
He yanked her in front of him, gripping her wrist tightly, and said coldly: "Are you deaf?"
Qiao Mo's heart tightened, her eyes reddening as she looked at him: "Just because you tell me to go, I have to go! You tell me to undress, I have to undress! Mr. Fu, I'm a person, I have thoughts!"
Fu Nancheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw her onto the sofa without a word of explanation, his voice cold again: "Sit still. I don't want to say it a second time."
"You..." Qiao Mo was furious, her eyes growing even redder, as tears involuntarily welled up.
Tyrant!
