Watching Lu Tianxing head towards his car, Qiaoqiao clenched her teeth in hatred. Despite all she had said, this uncle remained unmoved—how infuriating. Could this be the legendary indifference of a man in control? She contemplated teaching Lu Tianxing a lesson but, considering the gap in strength between them, she ultimately had to abandon the idea.
"Just let him go like this?"
As Qiaoqiao gazed at Lu Tianxing's retreating figure, her dark eyes rolled around, and soon a sinister smile crept over her lips.
Having made up her mind, Qiaoqiao's sparkling eyes began to mist over, with crystal tears sliding down her face. She shook delicately, her pretty face painted with an expression of utter despair and helplessness…
The next moment, Lu Tianxing felt a weight against his back as a youthful body leaped onto him. Two arms wrapped tightly around his neck and legs clamped around him. Qiaoqiao clung to Lu Tianxing like a koala, hanging off his body.
"What are you doing?"
