"Why?"
Yan Xinxin felt puzzled, looking deeply at the man, holding his hand.
"Chuxi, as long as the baby returns safely, we as parents can endure any grievance."
"So you're asking me to use my charm to distract Mu Qianshui?"
Mo Chuxi retorted, his sharp eyebrows furrowed.
"Xinxin, you said you don't want to see me being gentle to other girls. If that's the case, why use this method? I, Mo Chuxi, have other ways to bring back our baby!"
"What nonsense are you talking? Do you really think I want you to exchange yourself for our son?"
Yan Xinxin understood, realizing why Mo Chuxi rejected it without even thinking.
Upon hearing this, Mo Chuxi was taken aback.
"Isn't it?"
"Mo Chuxi, am I crazy? You're my husband, how could I let you use your looks in such a way?"
Yan Xinxin countered, a few strands of annoyance showing on her small face.
"Waa waa..."
Just two seconds after her words, the little darling lying on the bed started crying loudly.
