It's really... hard to find peace.
"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make dinner for you."
"Anything's fine." Qiao Mo really didn't have much appetite; the unexpected news was like a bolt from the blue.
Jing Hao comforted her for a while and then turned to the kitchen.
Qiao Mo looked at the time; it was somewhat late.
Afraid that it was too late to find Qiao Dehou today, it seemed like she would have to go tomorrow.
...
Meanwhile, Fu Nancheng stared with bloodshot eyes at the overwhelming news on the TV and the internet, filled with rage.
Zhuo Lin didn't dare to breathe heavily and whispered, "CEO... the video has already spread... there's no way to suppress it..."
Fu Nancheng switched off the TV, tossed the remote onto the table, and made calls to Uncle Zhong and Yan Yiheng.
"Have the people been found?"
