Song Qiao felt as if all her strength had been drained, staring wide-eyed at the man driving the car. She slightly lowered her gaze but opened her mouth with a low chuckle, "Lu Jingchen, what exactly did you marry me for?"
How could she possibly misunderstand the underlying meaning in Lu Jingchen's words?
"Song Qiao!" Lu Jingchen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, calling her name directly, "I married you because I know you are smart, and you know how to handle things appropriately. You just need to be a good Mrs. Lu! You are not Mo Han's match, understand?"
How hurtful are those words?
She had always known this would be the outcome, but hearing it now felt like countless sharp needles piercing her heart, an indescribable pain that even started to spasm!
Song Qiao closed her eyes, clenched her fists resting on her knees, and then quickly released them. There was a moment when she felt like she couldn't breathe!
