Yan Xinxin had just walked into the room holding her son's hand when Lin Yuan'ai suddenly barged in after her.
"Yan Xinxin!"
Lin Yuan'ai shouted sharply, completely unlike her usual elegant demeanor.
Yan Xinxin frowned as she looked at her, vaguely guessing what Lin Yuan'ai was about to say.
"Yan Xinxin, let me tell you right here—getting into the Mo family's doors isn't as easy as you might imagine. Don't think that just because you gave birth to Chuxi's son, you've secured your position as the young mistress. Since Chuxi hasn't acknowledged you publicly in the past five years, you should know your place!"
Hearing Lin Yuan'ai's words, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but feel slightly amused, yet exasperated.
Since when did she desire to become the Mo family's young mistress?
Her son, Yan Xinxin's son, had nothing to do with the Mo family!
"Don't you dare talk about my Xinxin like that!"
