Shen Zeheng noticed that although she seemed fine, from her gloomy eyes, he could still guess a few things, it must be related to Lu Moqing.
Thinking about Qiao Xu's relationship with Lu Moqing, Shen Zeheng's eyes dimmed.
Out of the elevator, the early autumn night was still a bit chilly.
Qiao Xu was wearing only an evening dress, which seemed a bit desolate and thin in the cold night.
"Put on your coat, I'll take you home first."
Shen Zeheng took off his coat and put it on Qiao Xu.
Qiao Xu didn't refuse, as she had a deep relationship with Shen Zeheng. For her, Shen Zeheng was a rare friend outside of upper-class society.
When Lu Moqing chased after Qiao Xu and saw Shen Zeheng put his coat on her, his deep eyes froze with a cold light.
Even so, he chased them all the way downstairs, seeing Qiao Xu and Shen Zeheng walking side by side towards the hotel entrance.
