153. What kind of father is that?

The young nanny, suddenly called upon, jumped with fright. She quickly regained her composure and hurriedly picked up Qiao Yi from the dining chair and went upstairs.

After the young nanny and Qiao Yi had left, Qiao Xu turned her gaze to the stern-faced Lu Moqing in front of her, asking, "What do you want? Is there anything I haven't made clear enough?"

Lu Moqing's face darkened, his eyes showing a trace of inexplicable complexity. Yet in the next second, his gaze grew cold and deep again. The domineering and aggressive look in his deep eyes reminded Qiao Xu of Lu Moqing from years ago.

"What do I want? Knowing that I have another son out there, what do you think I want?"

Lu Moqing's voice was low, and gradually carried a hint of cold. "Qiao Xu, about the divorce, I have not used strong measures to make you change your mind, wanting you to calm down and reconsider our relationship, but..."