1139. A man surnamed An

Although Song Yu hesitated at the time, it was because Su Rou almost lost her life, so he didn't think too much about it.

Who would have known that, in order to get close to his brother, that woman would be so ruthless to herself.

Cheap woman!

As expected, those born as mistresses can't be any good!

For so many years, she had looked at Su Rou through the lens of a lifesaver, completely failing to see the ugly and disgusting face hidden behind it.

"It seems that President Lu's charm is so great that a woman is willing to give up her life twice for you."

Qiaoxu, having heard this, spoke up with a lack of tact.

Lu Moqing glanced at her and pinched her finger that was casually resting on his shoulder, "Don't mess around!"

Lu Xintong glared at Qiaoxu with annoyance. In such a professional face-slapping occasion, couldn't she be more serious?

Lu Xintong felt suffocated, unable to vent or endure.

Yan Xu's words had completely shattered her face in front of Qiaoxu.