Qiao Xu was choked by his words, and her face darkened a few shades, "I must have heard wrong!"
"Then let me ask you again."
Lu Moqing went around to her back, leaned into her ear, and whispered.
His deep voice held a deliberate seductive magnetism, accompanied by a warm, moist breath that lingered around Qiao Xu's ear, making her shudder involuntarily.
"No need to ask. You should hurry back."
Qiao Xu's voice, raised slightly out of nervousness, caught Qiao Yi's attention as he was happily playing with Qiao Er.
"Daddy isn't staying here?"
Qiao Yi's originally excited gaze noticeably dimmed.
Both Qiao Xu and Lu Moqing's hearts tightened, and before Mo Qing could think of how to soothe his son, Qiao Xu said,
"No, Daddy is going to his own house to get his pajamas and will be back later."
Lu Moqing cast a silent glance at Qiao Xu's face. Although this was the outcome he had eagerly wanted, he couldn't help but feel both amused and bitter inside.
