Fang Mu was excellent at reading people's minds. He bet that Qiao Jiuyin would not dare to do that.
Qiao Jiuyin speechlessly looked at him. Finally, she realized in despair that he had made the right choice.
Until she reached the end of the road, Qiao Jiuyin would not expose Fang Mu's ugly matters. After all, that was the only bargaining chip she had.
"Since you're unwilling to take the initiative to cut off everything with her, then only I can do it." After saying that, Qiao Jiuyin got up and went upstairs with her big belly.
Fang Mu looked at the table full of dishes and became silent for a moment. Then, he got up, picked up his suit, and left the villa.
Although he could not guess what Qiao Jiuyin was planning to do, Fang Mu was not too worried.
Qiao Jiuyin was not someone he cared about, and neither was Hu Yao.
He left the villa and drove to a high-class district in the city center.