He stood up, walked over to Qiao Xu, and leaned down to look at her. His deep eyes held an unreadable glint as they locked onto Qiao Xu's guarded gaze, "Ill-intentioned?"
Qiao Xu didn't want to be too close to him. As he leaned down, she moved her body back a bit to put some distance between them.
Seeing the extra space on the sofa, Lu Moqing gave a low chuckle and immediately sat down, "So eager to give up your seat for me?"
Qiao Xu: "..."
"You guessed right, I do have ulterior motives."
He leaned closer to Qiao Xu again. She tried to move away, but there was no more space for her to retreat, as she was already close to the wall.
All she could do was knit her brows and gaze coldly at the teasing smile in Lu Moqing's eyes.
Seeing the wariness in Qiao Xu's beautiful, clear eyes, Lu Moqing laughed and said, "By collaborating with Zhuo Rui, I would have a chance to get closer to my wife and dissuade you from divorcing. Isn't that right?"
