Qiao Xu pointed to the page she had opened in her hand and said, "I've noticed that there's a resemblance between you and this Mrs. Yan."
She was just joking. After all, in this world, there are countless people who may look alike but have no relation to each other.
But upon seeing that page of the magazine, Lu Moqing's face suddenly turned icy and terrifying.
Qiao Xu was taken aback, and the next second, Lu Moqing had already taken the magazine out of her hands, "What's so interesting about these gossip magazines? Is it more interesting than your husband?"
Throwing the magazine into the garbage bin, he turned Qiao Xu's face towards his own, saying:
"If you want to look at something, look at your husband."
Qiao Xu's gaze rested on Lu Moqing's handsome face, just as always. The coldness that had briefly touched the bottom of his eyes had already vanished, almost making Qiao Xu think that she had imagined it.
