As soon as she spoke, her tone was filled with tension, almost aggressive.
"Picking up something? And then going to take care of him again?"
"Yes, so what!"
Lu Qing's expression darkened, his entire demeanor growing cold and oppressive:
He stood up, naked, not bothering to cover himself. His wet body unhurried, he walked directly toward her.
She turned to leave, but he grabbed her and shoved her against the cold wall.
"What did you just say?"
"You let another woman hold onto your arm, what right do you have to question me?"
"You're taking care of another man."
"I owe him that!"
Lu Qing's brows furrowed deeper:
"Owe? I can compensate him in any way necessary! Why must you involve yourself? You know exactly what he wants from you. For three days, you've stayed with him—where does that leave me?"
Qin Miaomiao bit her lower lip and said:
"I called you, but you didn't answer. I sent you messages, but you didn't reply."
Lu Qing sneered:
