The man watched her every move warily, preventing her from doing anything tricky.
Qiao Mo's fingertips paused slightly.
Should she call Jing Hao...or him?
"Hurry up, stop dawdling!" the man yelled sharply.
Qiao Mo was so frightened that she shivered and instinctively dialed Fu Nancheng's number.
A bitter smile appeared on her face. Maybe this is just human instinct.
Qiao Mo's heart trembled slightly. Actually, she knew.
As long as she called Jing Hao, he would stop at nothing to save her.
But perhaps because there was still a trace of hope in her heart, perhaps because she was still in love after all.
Ultimately, she still hoped that the person who would come to save her was him.
The call was forced onto speakerphone, and Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly, listening to the beeping of the phone. She thought silently in her heart: Fu Nancheng, why don't you decide my fate? It might as well be a final conclusion.
The beeping continued, but no one picked up.
