He didn't even allow strangers to touch him.
Now, drenched in Qiuqiu's bed-wetting mess, Lu Ming was probably already disgusted beyond tolerance...
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Lu Corporation.
Lu Ming was indeed in a terrible mood that day, lashing out at everyone he saw. The entire company was on edge.
Until in the afternoon, Lu Ming's cell phone rang, and an unfamiliar call came, relieving everyone.
The call was from Qiuqiu's father.
The voice was languid and seductive, oozing mature magnetism.
"Hello! Mr. Lu! I am Qiuqiu's father, my son was lost, and you have kindly taken care of him overnight! May I ask if it is convenient for me to come to your house to pick Qiuqiu up now?"
Hearing this call, Lu Ming's irritable mood instantly vanished.
The little troublemaker was finally being taken away.
Lu Ming calmly responded: "You can come to the house to pick up the child, the butler is at home!"
"Okay! I appreciate it, Mr. Lu!"
"Not at all!"
