Yan Xinxin was suddenly at a loss for words.
Her face flushed red, her beautiful eyes wide with astonishment, as she watched Mo Chuxi calmly holding little Chenxi and turning away.
Wait.
Did he just say... like?
That ambiguous word made Yan Xinxin's heart miss a beat.
Mo Chuxi lingered in the living room for a while before quickly heading to his room for a shower.
He changed into a simple yet casual outfit, his tall and slender figure standing before the floor-to-ceiling window as he coldly spoke on the phone.
The golden hues of the sunset quietly fell across his handsome features, softening the sharp contours of his face.
Since little Chenxi was staying for dinner, Yan Xinxin decided to make a small cake as a dessert after the meal.
The dinner ingredients were ready, so she focused all her attention on preparing the cake.
