Facing Yan Xinxin's accusations, Mo Chuxi looked at her calmly and without alarm.
His deep and electric gaze locked onto Yan Xinxin's enchanting eyes.
"Then, the position of the Mo family's young madam—does that suffice for me to take responsibility for you? Hmm?"
"...What do you mean?"
Yan Xinxin let go of his arm, suddenly finding it a bit ironic.
"Do you seriously think I covet the identity of your Mo family's young madam? Mo Chuxi, I'm not that naive. I know very well that we're just using each other…"
"Using?"
Mo Chuxi spoke coldly, cutting off Yan Xinxin's words.
He looked at her, and the icy depths of his gaze made Yan Xinxin begin to feel uneasy.
"..."
"Because you're foolish."
After saying that, Mo Chuxi turned away and walked toward the sink, seemingly to water the hydrangeas.
