"Did I bring you to Qiao Xu's company to hear your nonsense?"
Lu Moqing's voice was cold, and the gaze he set on Qu Yunian was sharp like the blade of an unfolded knife, slashing the skin and flesh wherever it landed.
"I didn't want to come in the first place."
If it weren't for your coercion.
When Qu Yunian's second half of the sentence received Lu Moqing's gloomy gaze, it choked back in fear.
"However, speaking of which, bro, what's your relationship with President Qiao? I didn't know you were so passionate about it."
He supported his cheeks with both hands, looking at the man in front of him. His adorable and cute appearance would likely arouse a girl's mother instinct, yet the "old father" sitting in front of him felt no such compassion.
"Is it because you're attracted to President Qiao? I have to admit, President Qiao is indeed quite beautiful, smart, and capable, totally your type."
