Zhu Rui glanced at Ning Qing through the rearview mirror. "Madam, President is waiting for you in the villa."
"Oh." Ning Qing fluttered her eyelashes and cast her gaze down shyly.
…
In the villa
Ning Qing walked into the living room, and Lu Shaoming stood before the French windows. He was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, and this black outfit particularly suited a mature 30 year man. The thin material of his clothes accented his sculpted, built figure.
Ning Qing took light steps forward, grabbed his waist from behind, and sweetly called out, "Hubby."
Lu Shaoming slowly turned around, and his dark eyes had a layer of gentleness in them. "You are back!"
"Yeah." Ning Qing nodded her head and said, "The police said that surveillance footage has surfaced which has proven that I was not present at the crime scene. Hubby, you handed the video over to the police right? Did you find how who exactly wanted to harm me?"
