Lu Moqing furrowed his eyebrows, a trace of sharpness flashing through his eyes as the owner of that voice approached; "Moqing, you're back. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Qiao Xu couldn't help but shudder at the sound of the sickeningly sweet voice.
"Sister, what a coincidence, running into you here."
Su Rou acted like an extremely innocent little sister, and the moment Qiao Xu was about to walk away, she reached out her hand to hold her, feigning intimacy as if they were truly good sisters.
Qiao Xu lowered her brows, coldly eyeing the hands that were pulling at her arm; she looked at Su Rou with disgust and said, "Miss Su, please let go of me, I'm in a hurry."
But Su Rou didn't let go, instead, pouting her lips, looking a bit unhappy at Qiao Xu, and said, "Sister, didn't you receive the invitation I sent you? Mom and Dad are getting married, and I don't have the Su surname anymore. I'm like you, with the Qiao surname."
