Yan Xinxin took the elevator to the eighteenth floor. The receptionist, Niki, had already left for the day.
She hadn't forgotten the location of Mo Chuxi's office. The glass door was open, and before Yan Xinxin could approach, she heard her son's voice coming from inside the office.
"Xi, little Chenxi."
Yan Xinxin walked to the door and smiled as she greeted the two little ones.
"Xinxin, you're back!"
Yan Chenxi stretched out his long legs and ran towards Yan Xinxin, with little Chenxi trailing behind him.
Yan Xinxin took her son's hand, ready to head inside, but as she raised her eyes, she caught sight of Mo Chuxi standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, talking on the phone.
When his deep gaze met hers, Yan Xinxin seemed to understand something and motioned for the two little ones to continue playing to the side.
Mo Chuxi quickly finished his phone call and lifted his gaze to look at Yan Xinxin, who was standing idly.
"Come here."
