Even if at this moment his heart keeps telling him that this child is his, he should love him (her), and must love him (her), it is still useless.
A moment later, he shifted his gaze away from Qiao Xu's abdomen, and the cruel killing intent that had just appeared disappeared along with it.
Lu Moqing furrowed his brows; this feeling was too bizarre, so bizarre that he couldn't explain it.
Although he had lost his memory, it didn't mean he was without a brain or even the most basic judgment.
His gaze slowly fell on Qiao Xu's peaceful sleeping face, the original coldness in his eyes suddenly softened a bit.
After staying by her side for a while, he finally stood up and walked out.
There were still over ten hours before the flight to Z Country. When Lu Moqing came out of the master bedroom, Jiang Hao was still waiting in the living room. Seeing him come out, he respectfully greeted, "President."
"Hmm."
