Yan Xinxin and Mo Chuxi stopped in their tracks, both raising their eyes to look.
The three people in front of them were none other than Mu Jingheng, Ning Zitong and Mu Shaoqian.
At this moment, the calmest person might be Mu Jingheng, because from the beginning, he was certain Yan Xinxin was his precious daughter Mu Qianyuan, so the inner conflict and shock he felt were not as intense as those of Ning Zitong and Mu Shaoqian.
Yan Xinxin looked at the three people standing before her, seeing deep remorse and guilt in Ning Zitong and Mu Shaoqian's eyes, along with a strong sense of anticipation and longing swirling within them.
Thinking about the controversies of the past six months, Yan Xinxin slowly turned her gaze, meeting Mu Jingheng's consistently loving gaze, and smiled gently.
"Darling, we should go home, our little one is waiting for you to feed her."
Mo Chuxi broke the silent atmosphere.
Yan Xinxin nodded.
"Mm."
