Qiao Muye recognized her voice.
At the art exhibition, under the public eye, this woman ridiculed her former daughter-in-law—no, it went beyond mere ridicule.
To call it a personal attack would not be an exaggeration.
Qiao Muye had heard her name and knew some of her deeds, but he had not expected her to insult Su Nanxing so thoroughly in front of so many people.
To say that a girl was unclearly involved with several men, that really was the most severe insult.
Qiao Muye certainly did not have a good impression of her.
He hadn't expected that she would seek him out.
"Is there something you need?" Qiao Muye's voice was icy, "We don't know each other, do we?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself," Lin Xuan's voice was not pleasant either, "I am Lin Xuan."
"So, Madam Lu, what do you want with me?"
"Please call me by my name, thank you." Lin Xuan did not reject her identity as a daughter-in-law of the Lu Family, but she extremely disliked being tied to Lu Tingzhou.
