"Sir?" The driver couldn't help but ask, unsure whether to stop the car completely or keep driving.
Fu Nancheng's gaze was fixed on Qiao Mo for a while before he spoke softly, "Drive over."
"Yes."
Responding, the driver immediately drove towards the company gate, taking another glance at the woman in front of the gate.
The woman wore a white suit, standing under the eaves in front of the company, her brows and eyes striking, yet her expression somewhat indifferent, quietly watching the passing cars, starkly contrasted with the hurried passersby in the rainy night, seemingly in no rush to leave.
Qiao Mo stood under the eaves waiting, a hint of loneliness surrounding her.
The city's lights sparkled brightly in the night, bustling and exquisite.
Yet in this moment under the rain curtain, inexplicably, she suddenly felt a sense of confusion.
Jiang City is so big, yet there is no place that's truly her home.
