"Hmm."
Lu Moqing nodded and then walked past her and into Qiaoxu's office.
Seeing her own "clingy little demon," Qiaoxu chuckled and asked:
"What brings you here?"
"Looking for my wife."
He walked up to Qiaoxu, his slender arm propping himself up on her desk, and said:
"May I ask President Qiao to grace me with her presence for lunch?"
Qiaoxu looked up at him and said:
"No."
"I'm here already."
Lu Moqing sat down in front of her, resting his cheek on his hand and gazing at her like a pure white lotus in the lofty mountains.
"Wifey, you don't love me anymore."
"..."
Qiaoxu didn't even glance at him and coldly said:
"Don't be melodramatic."
With an air of disdain, it made his face look even more wronged.
A moment later, he handed over a small file bag to Qiaoxu.
Qiaoxu glanced at him and took it, "What's this?"
As she spoke, she opened it, and a piece of paper slid out from inside - a wedding dress design sketch.
