"Before she was your daughter's mother, she was firstly my wife, Lu Moqing. Don't confuse the primary with the secondary."
Lu Moqing's gaze suddenly turned cold, frightening Qiao Sheng as his pupils constricted.
Still, Qiao Sheng stubbornly retorted: "Your wife? Didn't you two get divorced?"
"Even if we're divorced, she's still my ex-wife!"
Lu Moqing's lips still curved into a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes, only a bone-chilling frost that enveloped his dark pupils. "Anything that's related to me, you cannot touch. Do you understand?"
Qiao Sheng clenched his fists, retreating under the onslaught of Lu Moqing's cold gaze. After struggling for a while, he dared not say anything more and turned to leave in disgrace.
Qiao Xu hadn't expected Lu Moqing to stop Qiao Sheng just for this. Surprise flickered in her eyes, but she showed no other expression.
