บท 668: Text Messages on the Phone（23）

Lu Jinnian’s hug and simple assurance seemed to finally lift the shadow in Qiao Anhao’s heart, she slouched onto his shoulder limply, finally breaking down. 

His throat tightened, and he didn't comfort her, allowing her to vent her frustration. After she was done, he carried her to the vanity table. There, he lifted her face, lightly, and used his fingers to wipe her tears. 

"Qiao Qiao, Lucy is a wife of an American director who’s my friend, it's not what you think it is. Besides, her husband was in the hotel room as well, he just wet to sleep earlier today." 

Qiao Anhao blinked her soaked lashes. "Her husband was in the room?" 

Lu Jinnian nodded, reaching with a hand to caress her hair. "If you don't believe me, I can bring you over now."