"I won't get a divorce!" Lu Jingchen spoke with certainty, his fingers rubbing the glass in his hand, and laughed, "At least I won't divorce now, I owe Song Qiao that much!"
Hearing this, Xi Mohan immediately caught the hidden meaning in Lu Jingchen's words, "Have you met her before?"
"After all, we both grew up in An City, what do you think?"
Though Lu Jingchen didn't clarify his words outright, his meaning was very clear: he truly had contact with Song Qiao before, but exactly when that was, Xi Mohan didn't know.
Or perhaps, Song Qiao didn't remember. Yet, she had clearly left an impression in this man's heart.
Lin Musen and Gu Xicheng had been sitting near the floor-to-ceiling window in the private room the whole time, watching the scene below. To be precise, they were gazing at beauties, totally indifferent to what Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan were discussing, whether they were speaking ill of them or not.
