"Weren't you supposed to keep an eye on her? Why did you come here to…"
Before he could finish speaking, his hand didn't even touch Qiao Qingshu.
Under Qiao Qingshu's cold gaze, the hand that was reaching out to grab her arm stopped abruptly.
"Shit!" Lu Xingzhe scowled and withdrew his hand, "Fine, I won't touch you, okay?"
"Sister Shu! Uncle Qiao, I'm begging you, can't you go get some air somewhere else?" Lu Xingzhe softened his tone, pleading with Qiao Qingshu.
Qiao Qingshu ignored him, bowing her head and focusing on her book.
Seeing this, Lu Xingzhe scratched his head in irritation and finally looked at Qiao Qingshu with a darkened face, "Fine! You won't leave? Then I'll go."
As he spoke, Lu Xingzhe turned and was about to step away.
Qiao Qingshu saw this and stood up, gathering her book.
