Just as Ning Zitong was holding Yan Xinxin's hand, trying to win her forgiveness, Mo Chuxi's icy voice drifted in from the doorway.
The seemingly warm atmosphere was instantly shattered, with Ning Zitong and Mu Shaoqian's hearts simultaneously plummeting to their depths.
After a brief moment of surprise, they looked up sharply to see Mo Chuxi's commanding cold figure appear in front of them.
"Brother Xi!"
Yan Xinxin cheerfully stood up, carrying the little rabbit as she ran towards Mo Chuxi.
Ning Zitong's palm was suddenly empty, and at the moment Yan Xinxin withdrew her hand, her heart felt empty too.
"Yuan..."
"Brother Xi, you finally came!"
Yan Xinxin approached Mo Chuxi, smiling at him with crescent-shaped eyes.
Mo Chuxi's indifferent and handsome face instantly broke into a gentle smile, he raised his hand to embrace Yan Xinxin's shoulder, only to see her looking at him and giggling naively.
