Seemingly making a deliberate effort to avoid looking at her belly, he only stared at her face, caressed her long hair that hadn't been combed up yet, and said:
"Wife."
"Hmm?"
"Are you bored staying at the company?"
Qiaoxu didn't know why he suddenly asked this, so she nodded:
"Yes, I'm quite bored."
"Then I'll have the driver take you home first. I still have lots of things to deal with, and I might have to work overtime tonight."
Upon hearing his words, Qiaoxu's pupils narrowed.
She stared directly into his obviously evasive and guilty gaze, her eyes growing colder.
"You asked me to stay with you this morning, and now you want me to leave?"
"No, I'm not trying to send you away, I'm just worried about you being bored."
Noticing the displeasure in her tone of voice, Lu Moqing quickly tried to explain, although his explanation didn't have much persuasive power.
