He furrowed his brows slightly, avoiding Qiao Xu's gaze and looking elsewhere, as cold sweat broke out in his palms.
Qiao Xu glanced at him coldly, her face showing a hint of mockery.
Explanation? Did he think she would be so self-conscious as to assume that he stood here to stay and accompany her?
She had a concussion, not brain damage.
Lu Moqing looked at her disdainful gaze, as if she saw him as a moron, and frowned unhappily. He tried to hold back but couldn't help but ask, "What kind of look is that?"
Qiao Xu couldn't be bothered to deal with him and turned to walk in the direction of the elevator.
Seeing her leave, Lu Moqing hurriedly followed, stopping her before she could press the elevator button. "Where are you going in this state?"
Qiao Xu gave him a "mind your own business" look and said coldly, "What does it have to do with you?"
"Qiao Xu, you…"
