My... woman?
Little Chenxi felt puzzled by these four words. Though she didn't understand their meaning, she could sense that her papa treated her sister Xinxin very differently...
Mo Chuxi steadily drove the car up to the Mu family's grand estate gates.
He raised his deep-set eyes and noticed through the rearview mirror that little Chenxi had her eyes closed, her small face peaceful—clearly, she had fallen asleep.
Mo Chuxi got out of the car and carefully carried little Chenxi in his arms. Just as he turned around, he saw Mu Shaoqian walking out.
Mu Shaoqian was the same age as him, and the older brother of Mu Qianyuan.
Back when they were young, they had been close because of Mu Qianyuan, but over time, after Mu Qianyuan's death, that web of connection gradually unraveled.
Mu Shaoqian loved his sister Mu Qianyuan most dearly. However, he had always believed that Mo Chuxi was responsible for Mu Qianyuan's death.
