"So, when summer comes, should we throw this piece of clothing away?"
Lu Moqing: "..."
His wife was trying to trick him, and he almost fell for it.
"Impossible! This piece of clothing is perfect for both winter and summer. We can't throw it away."
Hearing him talk so slickly and seriously, Qiao Xu rolled her eyes at him.
She had become immune to Lu Moqing's constant declarations of loyalty recently.
She didn't have much of a reaction, and just said, "Well, if I ever have a confrontation with Gu Junhang, you have to stand on my side."
Hearing these words, Lu Moqing knew that his wife was going to support Xia Yumo—that woman—again, which made him unhappy.
"Let Xia Yumo handle her own matters, don't meddle in her affairs!"
Qiao Xu: "..."
Once again confronted with his wife's death stare, Lu Moqing reluctantly said:
"If you really want to help, then help just a little."
Qiao Xu still looked at him, her death stare continued, and the next second, she said:
