1302. Like a moth to a flame

Qiao Yi's room was directly opposite the master bedroom.

As soon as she entered the room, "Qiao Xutai" was about to test Lu Moqing's mood, "Minqing, we..."

Before she finished speaking, she was directly slapped to the ground by Lu Moqing.

She couldn't believe that such a noble and refined man would actually hit a woman.

She covered her face, watching the chill in his ice-cold gaze as it shot out, not knowing whether she was sad or afraid, and tears streamed down her face.

"Minqing..."

Seeing Lu Moqing looking down at her from above, the corner of her mouth hooked up into a devilish smile-

"Qiao Yi is still a child. Even if you lost your memory, you shouldn't have hit him. What were you thinking?"

"I...I didn't, it was Qiao Yi who accidentally bumped into...uhm..."

Before she could finish, Lu Moqing covered her mouth and nose.

She stared in disbelief, struggling in Lu Moqing's grip, "Uhm...uhm…"