Lu Beichuan narrowed his eyes at her as he gripped her chin, his rough finger pads brushing across her skin gently. His gaze was dark as he said, “Playing innocent?”
Gu Qiaoge pursed her lips and turned her face away, “I'm not....”
“Oh? Since my Mrs. Su is not being honest, how about I send your daughter Little Bean to the orphanage?”
Gu Qiaoge's head flew up and she glared at him. Like she had been possessed, her hands reached out and made to choke him.
“You dare, Lu Beichuan?! Yoyo is my daughter, so is Little Bean!”
Despite them not having any true blood relations, Little Bean had been calling her 'Mommy' since young. For the worst three years of Gu Qiaoge's life, Little Bean had been the strongest emotional support she had had at her weakest moments. She was practically her own flesh and blood daughter.