Yan Xinxin noticed the change in his expression and lowered her eyes to look at the phone screen.
"What's wrong?"
She asked curiously, as Mo Chuxi withdrew his hand.
"…"
The smile on Yan Xinxin's little face slightly faded, pretending to be sullen as she pouted her lips.
"Didn't you promise never to hide anything from me again? What is it that I can't see?"
Mo Chuxi seemed to ponder upon hearing her words, and a few seconds later, he extended his hand, his deep eyes gazing at the little woman leaning closer.
Yan Xinxin looked down curiously, and as soon as she took a glance, she almost couldn't hold the plate in her hand.
"This photo..."
She froze for a moment, then put down the plate and held Mo Chuxi's hand that held the phone with both her hands, then raised her eyes.
"Who sent it to you?"
"Looks like I need to track down the IP address to find out."
