"Just now at the hotel entrance, I thought carefully and felt that it's necessary for us to catch up."
Lu Moqing's deep voice continued to come from above her head, making Qiao Xu's heart tighten again. She also forgot to remove Lu Moqing's hand from around her waist.
Looking up at Lu Moqing's smiling eyes, her height of over 170 centimeters wasn't short among women, but with Lu Moqing's tall figure standing before her, that familiar and invisible pressure came at her.
Even though his expression was gentle at the moment, and the corners of his mouth still had a smile, Qiao Xu felt overwhelmed with pressure.
Qiao Xu was trying to avoid the subject of her son, but Lu Moqing said, "Qiao Xu, my son is still with you, aren't you planning to give him back to me?"
Smiling at the corner of his mouth, he looked down at her condescendingly. His voice was light yet dropped a bomb that Qiao Xu dared not catch.
He really remembered it.
