"Can you let go of me first?"
She looked at him coldly, struggling several times in his grasp, but could never break free from Lu Moqing's control.
Lu Moqing's dark eyes quietly stopped on her impatient pretty face, not knowing why he frowned, then he let go of Qiao Xu.
The speaking voice, compared to just now, was a bit less clear and a bit more hoarse, "You must give me an explanation about the child."
Free from Lu Moqing's control, Qiao Xu slowly stood up, forcibly composed herself and straightened out her slightly wrinkled suit, saying, "What explanation does President Lu need?"
She looked at Lu Moqing with bland expressions and spoke without any rhythm.
Lu Moqing looked at her coldly, and after a long while, finally suppressed the anger that rose time and time again, saying, "If I hadn't discovered him, were you planning never to tell me about the child in this lifetime?"
"Yes."