"You..."
Lu Xintong's face turned pale with anger, "Qiao Xu, what gives you the right to speak to me like this? Who do you think you are? Do you believe that I'll tell my brother that you're deliberately provoking me?"
Qiao Xu sneered with disdain, "And what right do you have to talk to me like that? I don't owe your Lu family, nor do I owe you, Lu Xintong. Aren't you just mad because I took the position of Lu Moqing's wife? Let me tell you, Lu Xintong, your brother happens to be unwilling to divorce me right now. If you piss me off, I'll refuse to divorce him even more, just to occupy the position of Young Lady of Lu Family and displease you. Anyone who covets Lu Moqing will forever be nothing more than a shameful mistress!"
From Qiao Xu's last sentence, both Lu Xintong and Su Rou knew exactly who she was referring to. When Qiao Xu finished, Su Rou's face turned pale.
