"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Lu Moqing's gaze lightly swept across Qiao Xu's face, then, taking her hand, he strode away from the second floor.
His pace was somewhat fast. When he usually accompanied her, he would unconsciously slow down, but not this time.
Qiao Xu felt that he seemed to be angry, and quite fiercely so.
"Lu Moqing, stop right there! Stop!"
From not far behind, Qin Shuyi's flustered yell came, "Lu Moqing, I am your mother! How could you let your wife treat me like this?"
"Lu Moqing, stand still! You unfilial son, may you be struck by lightning and die horribly!"
Hearing Qin Shuyi's increasingly distant curses, each as cold-blooded and piercing as the last, Qiao Xu's face suddenly turned cold, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared in her eyes.
That cheap old woman, after doing shameless things herself, dared to curse her own son with such vicious words, and yet still had the nerve to call him unfilial.
