Qiao Jing's brows furrowed slightly as she glanced up at him, her tone ambiguous: "He's on a business trip."
"Business trip?" Xu Moqian snorted coldly, furious: "What business trip? He's taken the little vixen abroad for a rendezvous!"
Hearing Xu Moqian's words, Qiao Jing's expression changed slightly, her brows tightening a bit more.
What Xu Moqian said matched exactly what she coincidentally saw on the International News Channel on TV.
She remained silent, only using her gaze to signal Xu Moqian to continue speaking.
Just as Xu Moqian was about to speak, Zhan Nanqing, who had been pushed aside, returned, glaring angrily at him, "Xu Moqian, haven't you heard the saying, 'It's better to destroy ten temples than to break one marriage'?"
"Are you happy if you really break up my brother and Qiao Jing? Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"
