Hearing these familiar words, Lu Moqing almost crushed the water glass in his hand.
This time, it wasn't the memories of the past that made him so angry and embarrassed, but the fact that Qiao Xuxu asked him this question so calmly that it stirred up a strong sense of fear in his heart.
"What have you found out?"
Qiao Xuxu asked again, displaying extraordinary patience. But aside from her gentle patience, Lu Moqing could not see anything in her demeanor. The more he saw this, the more panicked he felt.
It felt as if some truth was about to emerge from its cocoon.
He moved his lips, finding that his voice was incredibly dry. Many words were stuck in his throat, unable to come out or go down.
"Lu Moqing."
Qiao Xuxu watched him quietly; her clear eyes were now like a deep pool, unfathomable. This made Lu Moqing's heart even more panicked.
