Yan Xinxin curiously pointed at the square box in Mo Chuxi's hands.
However, Mo Chuxi wasn't in the mood to talk about it. Looking at Yan Xinxin's pale face, he felt a deep sense of unease.
"Yan Xinxin, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."
"Huh?"
Yan Xinxin raised her clear, bright eyes in confusion.
"Why do you want to take me to the hospital?"
"Don't you think the way you were crouching on the ground earlier, muttering to yourself, was a little strange?"
"..."
"To the hospital."
Leaving no room for refusal, Mo Chuxi grabbed Yan Xinxin's hand and walked her toward the elevator.
When Niki returned from the restroom and saw this scene, she was instantly dumbfounded!
Ahhh!
The ever-distant Mo Chuxi, who'd always been surrounded by countless flowers yet never touched a single leaf, actually held a woman's hand this time!
The near-mythical President Mo, who almost never interacted with any women, must definitely have something going on with this Yan Xinxin!
