Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Lu Moqing's thoughts drifted as he looked down at the bustling street below.
Why didn't she even ask about it? Was it just as he thought, that she didn't care about his affair rumors with other women at all?
Because she didn't care, there was no need to ask.
Thinking about this, Lu Moqing's hand gripping the wine glass subconsciously tightened.
He recalled the day she told him that she wouldn't manage whether he got involved with other women, just as he couldn't manage whether she got involved with other men.
In the end, their marriage was only a nominal one.
No, it didn't even count as a nominal marriage! They hadn't even gotten their marriage certificate yet.
Thinking of this, Lu Moqing let out a self-mocking laugh. The bitterness in his heart was even more intense than the taste of the wine.
"Qiao Xu, do you not care at all?"
His gaze dimmed as he looked out of the window, murmuring softly.