After hesitating for a moment, she eventually said:
"Momo is sick, and the child... must be aborted."
Although wife didn't mention what disease Xia Yumo had, since the child must be aborted, it seemed that Xia Yumo's illness was quite serious.
Seeing that his wife had told him the truth, Lu Moqing's face brightened, and he leaned down and kissed her forcefully, "Thank you, wife."
"Back off! Annoying!"
Qiao Xu pushed him away, but he clung to her again, "I just like annoying you."
He had been acting like a child lately, always causing a commotion around her, and Qiao Xu was used to it.
The next second, Lu Moqing took out the dress sent by the designer earlier from the box.
"Do you like this style?"
He shook out the dress and held it in front of Qiao Xu, with a "quickly praise me" glint in his eyes.
Qiao Xu looked at the simple yet elegant white ankle-length evening dress in front of her.
