"You're in no position to talk about propriety with me. If you really understood it, you wouldn't flaunt an illegitimate daughter so brazenly. I thought not seeing you for four years would allow some useful things to accumulate in your brain, but it turns out that the only thing that has grown in that time is your age, not your wisdom."
Qiao Xu's voice was chillingly cold, as if she had just emerged from an icehouse.
Lu Moqing had been standing by Qiao Xu's side without uttering a word, not knowing why he was there.
It seemed to be an instinct, wanting to stand behind her and lend support.
His intuition told him that, however domineering Qiao Xu might seem at the moment, her heart must be fragile.
Seeing the doubtful gazes cast by many from a distance, Lu Moqing couldn't help but remind her, "Qiao Xu, stop talking."
He pulled her towards himself, his posture somewhat protective.
