Yan Xinxin's question instantly doused Mo Chuxi's impulse to kiss her.
"There's nothing worth watching."
Mo Chuxi sat back in his seat, his tone icy cold.
The car quickly started, and Yan Xinxin held the file bag, raising her hesitant gaze toward Mo Chuxi.
The man's handsome profile, as cold as a block of ice.
Yan Xinxin placed the file bag back down.
"You're right, Mu Qianshui doesn't deserve to be Chenxi's mom."
She spoke, noticing Mo Chuxi's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"If it were me, no matter how big the setback, I would never give up on my baby."
"Hm, such lofty words."
Mo Chuxi suddenly opened his lips, sneering coldly.
Yan Xinxin blinked in confusion.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You weren't planning to get rid of that little thing in your belly before? And you even tried to hide it from me."
"..."
Bringing up the past, Yan Xinxin lowered her head guiltily, raising her hand to gently touch her belly.
