Zhuo Rui may have good R&D technology, but they're not the only one in the country, and Lu's definitely wouldn't focus solely on them.
If it's because of her?
She didn't believe it even more so, as if it were a novel where a woman who could not move him despite accompanying him for three years would suddenly make him fall in love with her.
Not realistic.
Qiao Xu silently shook her head and walked towards the door, but behind her came Lu Moqing's faint voice—
"Don't you have something to explain to me about my son?"
Qiao Xu's feet stumbled, almost tripping, but she was able to grab the doorknob in time and compose herself, not letting Lu Moqing notice anything unusual.
She calmly looked back at Lu Moqing, asking doubtfully, "Your son?"
"He looks so much like me, you dare say he's not my seed?"
