"Hey, what are you doing? There are many people here."
"I'm just holding my wife, not doing anything wrong. What's the problem with there being a lot of people?"
Lu Moqing looked justifiably indignant.
Qiaoxu wasn't as "shameless" as him, struggling to get down from his arms, urging, "Let me down quickly, I have a thin skin."
"Thin skin? Let me have a feel!"
Lu Moqing put Qiaoxu down and resolutely reached out to touch her face, nodding seriously, "Thin as a paper, indeed."
"Get lost!"
Qiaoxu tried to kick him in the leg.
Since the ground here was muddy, Qiaoxu's sole was dirty. When she kicked Lu Moqing's spotless casual pants, a very eye-catching footprint appeared instantly.
"Little bastard, are you itching for a beating?"
Lu Moqing pretended to grab Qiaoxu but was deftly dodged by her. Before Lu Moqing could make another move, she hurriedly begged for mercy:
"No more playing, we have serious things to do."
