Lu Moqing parked the car on the side of the road, turned around to look at Qiao Xu, and said solemnly, "Qiao Xu, I asked people to remove the trending search about Qiao Yi, not because I wanted to tell people he's not my son, but to prevent it from affecting your lives. Qiao Yi will always be my son, and that will never change. You either give up on the idea of divorce and come home with me, or you can fight me for child custody of Qiao Yi."
His gaze grew darker, "It's your choice."
Qiao Xu laughed in anger again. Lu Moqing has always been so arrogant and condescending, thinking that everything should go his way.
"Lu Moqing, what do you want me to do?"
"Wasn't what I said clear enough?"
Lu Moqing frowned at her, his eyes deep and serious.
Qiao Xu stared at him coldly for a long time and said, "Lu Moqing, I want a divorce, and I want my son too. You want to fight? Let's fight."
