CHAPTER 174: CHAPTER 174: KILLING TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE (5)

Qiao Mo remembered, even though Qin Zhaoran didn’t mention it.

But she still read the instructions for those medications.

He had indeed suffered some internal injuries and needed to take his medicine on time to recuperate.

Upon hearing that he had forgotten, she couldn’t help but worry a bit.

And at this moment, inside Nanshan Villa.

Fu Nancheng was sitting in front of his desk fiddling with his phone, with a subtle curve at the corner of his lips that he himself didn’t notice.

Looking at the message on the screen, after a moment’s hesitation, he directly made a call.

Qiao Mo, waiting for a reply for a long time without seeing one, was just about to send another message to ask. Unexpectedly, he called, and she quickly got up.

Seeing that Qianxun and another roommate seemed to be asleep, she quickly ran to the corridor and then answered the call.

"Hello?" Qiao Mo spoke softly, feeling a bit cold standing in the corridor.

"Mm." He simply responded, his deep voice resonating from the other side of the line, inexplicably reassuring her.

Qiao Mo was silent for a while before speaking again: "Have you taken your medicine..."

"Mm, just did."

Then, the two fell into silence once more.

Qiao Mo tightly gripped the phone, a thin layer of sweat forming, feeling somewhat inexplicably awkward.

"Have you finalized the design?" After a dozen seconds, Fu Nancheng finally spoke again.

His gaze fell on the cactus in front of him, recalling something with a trace of tenderness he himself had not noticed.

"Mm, it’s finalized." Qiao Mo replied, hesitating for a moment before adding: "The prototype will be made and proofed tomorrow."

Speaking of which, she had to thank him for the equestrian attire design. After all, she couldn’t have fully understood the sport of equestrianism in just a few days. During the past few days, when drafting the design, she had to consult him frequently, and thanks to his numerous suggestions, she gradually found the right direction.

Hearing the echo from the other side, guessing she was in the corridor, he checked the time, feeling a bit reluctant, but still said: "Get some sleep."

"Mm, then I’ll go to sleep." Qiao Mo replied softly.

After hanging up, watching the gradually dimming phone screen, Qiao Mo felt a bit lost...

...

A week later, Qiao Mo got up early and headed straight to the sewing room.

After all, she didn’t have much time left, with only two days until the equestrian attire evaluation. This weekend, she had intentionally asked Fu Nancheng for leave and did not return to Nanshan Villa.

Qiao Mo finished breakfast at almost seven o’clock and hurried to the sewing room to find the door already open.

Without much thought, she pushed the door open and entered.

The room for prototyping and sampling was quite messy, the room wasn’t small, and upon entering, there was a white table three meters wide and seven or eight meters long, cluttered with scattered fabrics, tools, sewing machines, and magazines.

Other areas had mannequins of various sizes and iron clothing racks, some with dresses and others draped with yet-to-be-completed equestrian attire.

Qiao Mo didn’t think much of it and quickly walked to her wardrobe.

On both sides of the classroom were ten lockers, each more than a meter tall, with locks for storing important items, one for each person.

Before she could open her locker, she caught sight of Shen Tingting’s locker door slightly ajar, seemingly unlocked.

Frowning slightly, she walked closer.

The locker door indeed wasn’t closed properly!

Looking up again, a black sleeve was hanging from the edge of the locker, but it was already slashed, the originally fine fabric now ruined.

Qiao Mo frowned slightly, could it be that someone destroyed her equestrian attire?