Lu Moqing didn't let go of her hand after hearing her words, but instead slightly pulled her into his embrace. Feeling her resistance and struggle, he tightened his hold.
"Wife, please let me out."
He buried his face in Qiao Xu's shoulder, fearing that she would run away. His arms wrapped around her waist unconsciously tightened.
Qiao Xu's originally resistant movements stopped because of his inexplicable words.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please let me out, okay?"
Hugging Qiao Xu, his muffled voice sounded even more wronged than hers.
Qiao Xu didn't understand what he meant and couldn't help asking when he repeated it:
"What do you mean, let you out?"
Lu Moqing removed his face from Qiao Xu's shoulder and looked down at her cold eyes, wronged:
"You blocked my phone number, and I haven't heard your voice all day. It makes me uncomfortable."
Qiao Xu: "..."
"I know I was wrong."
