The atmosphere around them seemed to settle into a certain stillness.
Yan Xinxin stood by the countertop in the open kitchen, absentmindedly washing vegetables, her gaze completely fixed on Mo Chuxi's face.
That man... the colder he is, the more alluring he becomes...
No, no!
Why am I even complimenting him?!
Yan Xinxin quickly stopped her wandering thoughts and focused her attention.
"Mu Qianshui, you really haven't learned even a tenth of your sister's goodness."
Mo Chuxi's cold voice rang out, his magnetic tone tinged with a hint of mockery, while his elegant and handsome face remained stern and distant.
"Get out. I don't want to see your face."
The command was issued once again, causing the flawless smile on Mu Qianshui's face to finally crack.
"Since you don't like me mentioning my sister, I won't bring her up anymore. I won't disturb you and Lady Yan. I'll come later to pick Chenxi up and take her home."
