Mo Chuxi noticed Yan Xinxin's slight distraction; he turned to look at her, a faint displeasure tinging the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
"Xinxin, don't let anyone influence you, let's go upstairs."
Mo Chuxi gently reminded Yan Xinxin in a low voice, holding her hand as they headed straight toward the VIP elevator.
Mu Jingheng knew that Mo Chuxi would come tonight, but didn't expect Yan Xinxin to show up as well.
The child is still in her postpartum period, how come she's out?
"Was that... Yan Xinxin just now?"
Ning Zitong seemed to be awaiting a confirmed answer, even though she had clearly seen it herself.
Under the lights, that tender face like a pear blossom, with delicate and exquisite features, and those cat-like eyes bright as stars, irresistibly dazzling!
"It was indeed Xinxin."
Mu Jingheng answered.
Ning Zitong's breath hitched, she began to speak, somewhat incoherently.
