Yan Yufei had now experienced Lu Moqing's cold indifference and venomous tongue. He had already attacked her relentlessly, wasn't that clear enough?
With her eyes red-rimmed, Yan Yufei looked as if she had been bullied terribly by Lu Moqing. Biting her lower lip, she still couldn't help but confess:
"M-Moqing, I... I really do like you so much that I lose all my dignity, you..."
"There are plenty of women who like him. Who do you think you are?"
An unharmonious voice, filled with suppressed anger, interrupted Yan Yufei's shameless words.
Hearing his wife's voice, Lu Moqing's face lit up, and his gaze turned to Yan Yufei behind him. The cold and indifferent expression he had when facing Yan Yufei had completely vanished.
"Xuxu."
He quickly pulled Qiao Xu to his side, his eyes shining like Tangseng in the
Journey to the West finally saved by Sun Wukong from the siege of demons.
Qiao Xu glanced at him, the corner of her lips twitching.