Yun Mo noticed her reddened face from anger and simply led her over to sit on a nearby chair, "Qiaoqiao, listen to me explain."
In the darkness of the night.
The clear brightness in his eyes, brighter than the stars, fell upon her, instantly sweeping away the restlessness in her heart, allowing her to obediently lean against his shoulder.
She wanted to quietly listen to the magnetic softness of his voice.
"Qiaoqiao!"
Amongst the night wind, Qiao Xiaon'an felt a tinge of sadness.
She wasn't sure when it started, but Yun Mo's voice no longer sounded so icy to her. It now carried a seemingly therapeutic effect.
Regardless of how riotous, confused, lost, or irritated her heart was.
Upon him calling her name, 'Qiaoqiao', she was immediately calmed.
Then his voice sounded again in her ear, "You don't understand your mother. I personally saw the deposit for the shop, it's over six hundred thousand. It was transferred to your mother's bank account ten days ago."
