Compared to Qiao Muye, Lu Beiyuan was naturally younger.
However, his composure seemed to have nothing to do with age.
There was hardly anything that could surprise him or make him lose his composure.
Catch him off guard.
Qiao Muye looked at him amusedly, "So, you think I must be terribly depraved to harbor inappropriate thoughts about my former lover's daughter?"
Lu Beiyuan was silent for a few seconds to digest this.
"I didn't want to bring up matters from over twenty years ago, but your hostility towards me is too evident," Qiao Muye said helplessly. "I treat Xingxing as a junior, yet you see me as a rival in love, so I have no choice but to lay my cards on the table."
Lu Beiyuan asked, "Does Xingxing know?"
"She doesn't know. She thinks that her mother and I were just friends."
In high society circles, there were many rumors about Qiao Muye.
Some said he was deeply loyal, having stayed single for so many years after his wife's death.
