Mo Chuxi's sharp gaze made Yan Xinxin realize the seriousness of the situation.
She admitted that the last two sentences she said to Yan Zhirou just now had a hint of defiance. But, she couldn't quite understand—wasn't her relationship with Mo Chuxi purely mutual exploitation?
So why was he so angry?
"Chenxi, wait here for a moment. Big sister will be right back."
"Okay."
Little Chenxi nodded, blinking his big eyes as he watched Yan Xinxin run toward her "daddy."
Just exiting the secure passageway, Yan Zhirou immediately saw Yan Xinxin chasing after a handsome figure.
There was no need to guess; she was certain the man was Mo Chuxi.
"Yan Xinxin! You wretch!"
Yan Zhirou cursed softly through clenched teeth, her eyes locked on Yan Xinxin and Mo Chuxi.
"President Mo."
Yan Xinxin caught up to Mo Chuxi, stopping in front of him.
"Listen to me. Let me explain."
"Explain what?"
