"Your sister and your sister's husband."
"Does Lu Xintong want to be thrown out of the Lu family again?"
As soon as Lu Moqing's words fell, he saw Qiaoxu handing over her own mobile phone, with hundreds of unread Moments notifications on it, all of Song Yu and Lu Xintong showing off their love under his Moments.
"Let's be sour back."
Lu Moqing stretched out his arm to grab his mobile phone, but was snatched away by Qiaoxu.
"Alright, if you keep being sour, do you intend to sleep tonight?"
As soon as Lu Moqing heard the words "sleep", his gaze brightened, and it was clear that whether to be sour back was no longer important.
"Wife..."
He gently held Qiaoxu's hand, and the meaning in his gaze was too obvious.
Qiaoxu was not pretentious, and stood up from the sofa in a generous manner. With a light jump, her legs were hanging on Lu Moqing's body.
"Let's go have a daughter, and sour the Song couple to death!"
"Alright."
