He grabbed her, turned around, and strode up to her.
Yan Xinxin wanted not to cry, but tears kept falling from her eyes.
"Qianyuan."
Mo Chuxi called her name and raised his hand to wipe her tears.
"Don't cry anymore, really don't cry anymore, Brother Xi's heart hurts."
He persuaded her, in an extremely gentle and coaxing tone, but it was of no use.
Yan Xinxin still cried.
"Brother Xi apologizes to you, Brother Xi was wrong, he shouldn't hide anything from you. We are husband and wife, we should discuss everything together."
Mo Chuxi patiently guided her.
"Yuan, Brother Xi was wrong, but can you calm down and listen to Brother Xi?"
"Don't speak."
Yan Xinxin rejected, raising her tear-filled, blurry eyes.
"I am not calm now; I might not listen to anything Brother Xi says. Let me be alone quietly."
She said that and forcefully withdrew her hand from Mo Chuxi's palm.
Yan Xinxin walked into the bathroom, and Mo Chuxi soon heard the sound of the door locking.
