Yan Xinxin curiously looked at Mo Chuxi.
What's going on?
She had never seen this cunning man display such a complex expression before.
Normally, he was either poker-faced or expressionless, almost devoid of emotion.
But at this moment...
"Let's go back."
Still confused, she heard Mo Chuxi utter these two words.
"Just arrived and now you're leaving? You haven't even eaten..."
"I said, go back."
He looked at her deeply, his tone gentle yet exceptionally domineering.
"What's going on?"
Yan Xinxin was baffled, but she had no choice but to obediently follow Mo Chuxi.
As she turned around, she distinctly heard someone talking about her and Mo Chuxi...
Yan Xinxin got into the car, and Mo Chuxi stepped on the gas pedal.
The atmosphere was inexplicably stiff and strange. She looked up at him. His profile was still so captivating, yet the lines of his face were incredibly taut.
