Used to it...
Lu Moqing's face darkened a bit more, and the urge to tear Shen Zeheng apart began to run wild like a runaway horse.
With slightly pursed lips, he muttered, "I haven't seen you call me so affectionately."
In his low voice, there was a hint of complaint, like a wife who was not too pleased.
Qiao Xu was taken aback and casually responded, "How can you be the same as him?"
She didn't mean anything else by it, just that she and Shen Zeheng were good friends, while her relationship with Lu Moqing was somewhat complex and hard to explain.
But to Lu Moqing, her words took on another meaning.
In her heart, he wasn't close to her, and even... not as good as strangers.
Thinking about this, Lu Moqing's heart ached faintly, and his eyes dimmed. He pressed his lips together and didn't make a sound.
Seeing that he had suddenly gone silent, Qiao Xu was somewhat puzzled but didn't bother to wonder what he was thinking.
