1001. Only allowing you, a gigolo, to live off a woman.

If that investigator had no problem, or Rong Ying had no problem, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to tell Rong Ying about his investigation of Xuxu.

Obviously, Rong Ying had been keeping an eye on him... or Xuxu for a long time.

The expression on Lu Moqing's face wasn't very good.

Before, he secretly wished that it had nothing to do with Rong Ying and that they were overthinking it.

After all, that woman, before he lost his memory, was someone he genuinely cared about.

Now, although he doesn't have the strong feelings he had before losing his memory, there's still some lingering regret in his heart, along with some anger from being betrayed.

Seeing that his expression was off, Qiaoxu walked over to him and comforted him:

"Don't feel too bad. It's good to find out early. If we didn't notice anything wrong with her for a lifetime, and she fooled us round and round, that would be terrible."

She hugged Lu Moqing's waist and leaned against his chest, saying: