Yan Chenxi's charming little figure darted toward the foyer, his excitement unmistakable.
Yan Xinxin stood rooted to the spot, holding a cucumber in her hand, stunned.
Xi had called Mo Chuxi "dad" so naturally?
And what did the little one just say? It was something Mo Chuxi had told him? What was going on here?
"Click."
Yan Xinxin, lost in thought with suspicion clouding her mind, suddenly heard the sound of a door opening.
Mo Chuxi had his own room key and knew the door code, so he wouldn't ring the doorbell. Then who could it be...
"Brother Chenxi."
Just as she raised her eyes toward the doorway, Yan Xinxin suddenly heard a tender, childlike voice.
Startled, she quickly walked toward the foyer.
"Chenxi?"
It was little Chenxi!
Seeing the adorable, beautiful child, Yan Xinxin was utterly astonished. She hurried toward her, and behind her came the elegant figure of Mu Qianshui.
"Lady Mu?"
Mu Qianshui spotted Yan Xinxin and smiled softly, her red lips curving upward.
