Yan Xinxin couldn't control the overwhelming nausea. As soon as she spoke, her face turned pale with tension.
Young Master Mo narrowed his cold eyes slightly and released his grip.
"Seeing me makes you want to vomit?"
"..."
"But seeing Xu Nuo doesn't make you want to vomit?"
He questioned coldly, turning his tall frame and sitting back in the chair with an air of aloofness and composure.
Yan Xinxin touched her abdomen and let out a silent sigh of relief.
Thank goodness... thank goodness...
"I told you to come quickly—why were you late? Couldn't bear to leave that famous school heartthrob Xu Nuo?"
Mo Chuxi's voice was cutting, each syllable sinking the surrounding atmosphere into gloom.
"Young Master Mo, I rushed over as soon as I received your call. Unfortunately, I ran into my sister downstairs. She insisted on stirring up trouble with me, so I had no choice but to engage her, which delayed my arrival."
"You mean Yan Zhirou?"
