Fang Panpan stood still.

She didn't rush up and question Qiao Shaoting why he was a heartbreaker now because she didn't dare to do.

She was still afraid of Qiao Shaoting.

She thought that she would question him when he arrived and met her.

She had been waiting for him upstairs.

In her opinion, when he arrived downstairs, he would definitely come up. But after waiting for a long while, her feet were numb, and Qiao Shaoting was still standing downstairs.

He looked up at the floor where Qin Yu's house was located.

Fang Panpan was about to lose her balance.

She wondered why he hadn't arrived yet.

If he didn't come up, her legs would be weak.

She had to take a seat.

She slumped onto the stairs.

Perhaps it was much comfortable for her to sit down. She suddenly thought of something she didn't expect just now.

Wait!

She paid attention to the wrong point.

She had thought that she would question Qiao Shaoting when he came up. Now she realized why she didn't think about why he suddenly came downstairs of Xiaoyu's house.

She breathed heavily.

Didn't he love Xiaoyu anymore?

He had already fallen in love with that bitch, Liu Qingqing. Why did he come to the downstairs of Xiaoyu's house and stare at the building like that?

Did he...?

An idea flashed through Fang Panpan's mind like a white light.

Did he still love and care about Xiaoyu?

The more she thought about it, the more likely she felt it was. Her breathing became quick and uneven.

She couldn't stand it anymore.

She gritted her teeth and went downstairs.

Qiao Shaoting had been staring at the floor where Qin Yu's house was located. All his attention was focused on that floor, so he didn't hear the sound of Fang Panpan going downstairs, and he didn't even notice that she was walking towards him.

Fang Panpan wanted to call Qiao Shaoting's name directly but failed.

She had no choice but to change her tone, "Hello, Mr. Qiao."

Her words brought Qiao Shaoting back to reality.

His eyes fell on Fang Panpan, and then there was a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

But the astonishment only lasted for one second. Then he walked to the car.

Fang Panpan noticed that Qiao Shaoting seemed to be trying to avoid her, so she caught up with him.

"Mr. Qiao, why do you come to Xiaoyu's house?" asked she.

Qiao Shaoting said, "This is not her house."

Fang Panpan said, "You are lying. Why did you come here and stare blankly at her house for so long? Mr. Qiao, what's your point?"

Qiao Shaoting glanced at Fang Panpan and asked sharply, "What does it have to do with you?"

Fang Panpan's heart skipped a beat, but she plucked up her courage and answered, "I'm a friend of Xiaoyu, so this has something to do with me."

Qiao Shaoting had no mood to care about her. He opened the door and was about to get in the car.

Fang Panpan grabbed the door and shouted, "Mr. Qiao, you haven't answered my question yet."

Qiao Shaoting's face turned gloomy. "Fang Panpan, do you know what you are doing?"

It was not a question but a statement, and his voice was so indifferent that Fang Panpan's hand holding the door almost trembled and loosened.

She pursed her lips hard.

No, she couldn't be afraid.

Xiaoyu was her best friend and had suffered so much injustice and pain for Qiao Shaoting. How could she dare not ask just because she was afraid of him?