The man's handsome face, within arm's reach, was covered by a layer of frost.
In his deep, bottomless eyes, extreme displeasure and despair were conveyed.
"Yan Xinxin, tell me, hmm?"
Looking at the silent little woman before him, Mo Chuxi pressed closer to inquire.
Yan Xinxin fearlessly met his angry gaze, her own gaze calm.
"Mo Chuxi, I have never had any contact with this man you're talking about! Also, he just supported me out of goodwill, don't let your imagination run wild!"
"Goodwill?"
Mo Chuxi chuckled lowly, his laughter terrifying.
His deep eyes shifted away for a moment but quickly returned to Yan Xinxin's small face.
"I saw very clearly, he did it deliberately, intentionally, and even has an interest in you, this Little Qianyuan!"
Mo Chuxi's breathing was slightly chaotic; he looked at Yan Xinxin's tightly pressed lips and her large eyes staring at him, clenched his fists, suppressing all displeasure and eventually raised his hand to touch Yan Xinxin's cheek.
