Yan Xinxin spoke angrily and strode away.
Mo Chuxi stood in place, his expression remained emotionless, but there was a faint tightness in his chest.
This little woman, Yan Xinxin...
If it weren't for that night, if it weren't because she was his first woman, Mo Chuxi was certain he wouldn't have tolerated her daring attitude towards him time and time again.
——
Yan Xinxin dressed up little Chenxi in Yan Chenxi's pajamas—a plain white T-shirt, light gray shorts, and her silky, shoulder-length hair resting obediently on her shoulder.
Little Chenxi followed Yan Xinxin to the living room. Yan Xinxin placed her on the sofa to sit down, bent over with a smile.
"Little Chenxi, sister is going to check how Xi is doing with his bath now. I'll make dinner for you soon, alright?"
"Okay…"
Little Chenxi obediently nodded her tiny head, her big, sparkly eyes flashing adorably.
Yan Xinxin didn't have time to bathe herself, so she just changed her top and went to find her son.
