She glanced at Lu Moqing's deep eyes, which clearly had no emotion but still tried to pretend to be affectionate, and said, "President Lu, have you misunderstood something about yourself?"
"What?"
Lu Moqing subconsciously frowned, sensing that Qiao Xu would definitely not say anything nice.
Qiao Xu hooked her lips, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes. She suddenly scraped her finger against the tip of his nose. As Lu Moqing looked astonished, she said, "This kind of gesture between young couples doesn't suit President Lu at all. Instead of making people blush, it just feels pretentious and nauseating."
Lu Moqing: "..."
He glared at her darkly, grinding his teeth as she mercilessly criticized him.
