Qiao Xu glanced at the wound on Lu Moqing’s forehead and couldn’t help but doubt whether his concussion was genuine or fake.
"Aren’t you afraid that being all by yourself, people might take advantage of you?"
Lu Moqing grinned, a bared-tooth smile plastered across his face. Qiao Xu couldn’t help but cringe at this ingratiating display.
Not wanting to exchange sweet nothings with him at the entrance, she continued to walk out. At that mont, Qiao Sheng erged from inside, and they bumped into each other.
At this point, Qiao Sheng really wished he could tear Qiao Xu to shreds. In his eyes, Qiao Xu was nothing but a cheap woman, unworthy of being his daughter.
His gaze at Qiao Xu was as if it harbored countless knives, sharpening them to slaughter her.
Yet, by Qiao Xu’s side stood the untouchable Lu Moqing. Even as an elder, Qiao Sheng didn’t dare to lay a finger on her in front of him.
All he could do was glare at Qiao Xu resentfully, his eyes filled with a thick warning.
Qiao Xu ignored him completely. In her eyes, Qiao Sheng was nothing more than a moron, one who would soon be out of the picture. Why would she bother with him?
Although Qiao Xu couldn’t be bothered with Qiao Sheng, Lu Moqing couldn’t help but beco unhappy when he saw Qiao Sheng’s vicious gaze on her.
"President Qiao."
Just as Qiao Sheng was about to leave, Lu Moqing’s cold and indifferent voice sounded behind him, causing him to stop in his tracks.
Turning around, Lu Moqing’s eyes were already on him.
Suppressing his previous humiliation, Qiao Sheng tried to appear calm, "Is there anything else?"
Seeing Lu Moqing’s eyes narrow, a storm brewing underneath, he said, "Before laying a hand on anyone, first consider whether you can withstand the consequences..."
Before Qiao Sheng could understand the aning behind Lu Moqing’s sudden statent, the next sentence followed:
"I’ve never even laid a finger on my wife, let alone anyone else who has no right!"
By the ti the second half of that sentence was uttered, the temperature in Lu Moqing’s voice had dropped several degrees colder, the warning hidden behind it becoming extrely obvious.
It was then when Qiao Sheng finally understood what Lu Moqing ant.
Wasn’t he referring to his previous intention of laying his hands on Qiao Xu in the conference room?
If not for Lu Moqing’s appearance, he would have already killed that little slut, Qiao Xu.
With cold, abyssal eyes, Qiao Sheng’s face fluctuated with an array of emotions as he stared at Lu Moqing.
He was genuinely curious as to what Lu Moqing would have done if he had hit that little slut, Qiao Xu!
It seed as though Lu Moqing had picked up on the thoughts beneath his gaze. The tall figure stepped forward, an overwhelming, suffocating pressure instantly assaulting Qiao Sheng’s face, causing him to instinctively back away a few steps.
Realizing his embarrassing reaction, Qiao Sheng furrowed his eyebrows, his face showing a hint of annoyance.
Lu Moqing scoffed disdainfully, "Scared now?"
Qiao Sheng’s face alternated between green and white, as Lu Moqing’s words continued to hamr against his ears:
"If you had really laid a hand on Qiao Xu, did you think you would still be standing here unhard?"
"You..."
Qiao Sheng’s face changed, but confronted with Lu Moqing’s icy gaze, he couldn’t help but shudder. At last, he forced out a single sentence, "Qiao Xu is my daughter! What’s wrong with a father disciplining her?"
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