His gaze fell on the champagne in his hand, and he took a seemingly casual sip to conceal his uneasiness at the moment.
Qiao Xu laughed, but the coldness in her eyes grew more intense. "Lu Moqing, who do you think you are? When you didn't want me, I had to obediently wait for you to end our marriage. When you don't want a divorce, I have to obediently be your wife. The child is mine, Lu Moqing, by what right!"
By what right does he want to take my son away from me!
She looked at Lu Moqing with questioning eyes, her hoarse voice containing endless grievances and accusations.
Thinking back to when she was full of expectation to marry him, how he ran to the Qiao Family without hesitation to end their marriage, her heart was constantly hit by bitterness and grievances. Her hatred for Lu Moqing grew deeper.
Watching Qiao Xu's reddened eyes overflowing with anger and grievance, Lu Moqing's heart suddenly ached, and he involuntarily said, "I never wanted to take our son away from you."