Qiaoxu's eyebrows gently furrowed, a hint of annoyance in her eyes.
After a moment, just as Bai Yu thought Qiaoxu wouldn't answer him, she spoke.
"What exactly was the grudge between you and Lu Moqing before?"
Instead of directly answering Qiaoxu's question, Bai Yu's expression paused for a moment before saying:
"So, you still believe I approached you with a motive rather than sincerely liking you, right?"
Qiaoxu remained silent, apparently accepting Bai Yu's guess.
Bai Yu smiled, raised his hand to ruffle her hair, but she agilely avoided him.
His hand hung awkwardly in the air, and the next second, he withdrew it without a word, sneering:
"And you say you're not foolish."
In his low and muffled tone, there was a touch of loss and grievance.
Hearing his low whisper of complaint and grievance, Qiaoxu's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
"Anyway, no matter why you said those words, or whether they were sincere or not, I think I should make things clear with you."
