Yan Xinxin felt a sudden gust of wind sweep past her, immediately followed by the sharp screech of brakes.
She abruptly stopped in her tracks, the road ahead completely blocked.
Mo Chuxi's Maybach domineeringly cut across her path.
Within seconds, Mo Chuxi stepped out of the car, slamming the door with a flourish. His tall figure, his devilishly handsome face—under the glow of the evening sunset—looked resolute and cold.
"Please don't block my way."
Yan Xinxin raised her still slightly wet eyes and spoke in a cold tone.
Mo Chuxi's tall, commanding figure stepped in front of her.
"Yan Xinxin, I've said it before—your path from now on is my responsibility."
"I don't need you to take responsibility. I can take care of myself!"
Yan Xinxin glared at him in defiance and sidestepped him, choosing to take a path through the grass on the side.
But she had barely taken a few steps when she felt someone tugging at the child in her arms.
