"...What do you want to ask me?"
Yan Xinxin looked at the man with perplexity, his gaze heavy and serious.
Mo Chuxi's thin lips parted slightly.
"Yan Xinxin, if..."
"Zzz—zzz—zzz—"
Just as he started speaking, Yan Xinxin's phone conveniently rang.
"Young Master Xiao?"
Yan Xinxin picked up her phone and glanced at the contact name.
"President Mo, your question can wait. I'll take this call first."
She spoke as she stood up.
Mo Chuxi remained seated, his gaze suddenly clouded with darkness.
Xiao Yize's call?
Why would Xiao Yize call her at this hour?
Their master-disciple relationship is this clingy?
"Daddy Chuxi."
Yan Chenxi's crisp voice broke through Mo Chuxi's tense thoughts.
Turning his head, he saw the little rascal blinking his light brown, sparkling eyes at him.
Mo Chuxi froze for a brief moment, finally realizing why he had felt a sense of familiarity the first time he saw this kid.
