Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi with confusion.
Seeing him walk in elegantly, Mo Qingning quickly reached out to take back her phone.
"You two chat, I'll go upstairs to work. I have a wedding dress design draft to rush!"
Mo Qingning said and immediately took off.
Mo Chuxi watched Mo Qingning's departing figure with depth in his gaze, then turned his attention to Yan Xinxin's face.
"Did Qingqing show you something just now?"
"Yes."
Yan Xinxin nodded.
"Just a few photos."
"What photos?"
Mo Chuxi pursued, Yan Xinxin paused slightly, struggled internally for a moment, then smiled and looked up.
"They are Qingqing's wedding dress design drafts; she wanted my opinion."
She found an excuse to brush it off.
Actually, she didn't really want to deceive him, but she also didn't want to interrogate him or have him explode over such matters.
After all, she completely trusted Mo Chuxi, plus those photos hadn't spread, so there was no need to escalate the matter.
