Jiang Hao hesitated, walked up to her, and called out in a low voice, "Madam."
Qiao Xu looked at him, her always decisive and cold face now weak and fragile. She forced out a pale smile and said nothing.
"Why you calling her madam? Xuxu and that scum Lu Moqing have nothing to do with each other!"
Xia Yumo, who had been standing aside, couldn't stand it any longer and raised her voice.
Jiang Hao awkwardly pushed up his glasses; he couldn't provoke the lawyer hired by the madam.
Qiao Xu didn't get angry at Jiang Hao. She left. She glanced inadvertently and her gaze collided into the deep, black eyes behind Jiang Hao.
At this moment, those eyes were unfathomably dark, calmly looking at her without a ripple of emotion, both cold and indifferent.
Thinking of how her son had been taken away by this man, hatred welled up in her heart.
