He knew that Qiao Xu was always calm, even when she learned about the trouble Zhuo Rui had encountered just now, she remained composed. Her emotional outbursts and distress only occurred when it involved someone she cared about deeply.
Her mother and their son.
And just now, Lu Xintong's words were clearly stepping on her bottom line.
He firmly believed that what Qiao Xu said just now was not harsh words but what she would really do, as long as her son suffered even a little bit of grievance.
After Qiao Xu finished her words, her anger hadn't subsided. Trembling, she averted her gaze and suppressed the bitter taste that had surged up her throat. She said to Xia Yumo:
"Mo Mo, let's go."
Her steps were a bit unsteady, and just as she lifted her foot, her wrist was caught by Lu Moqing who was beside her.
She turned her head, her eyes coldly glaring at Lu Moqing, only to meet his deep gaze, which held not anger but just slight dissatisfaction and determination.
