"Hair?"
Little Chenxi's soft and sweet voice carried a tone of confusion.
But before Mo Chuxi could nod, she raised her chubby little hand to the top of her head.
With a quick "swish," she plucked out a strand of hair.
"For Daddy."
She giggled, her adorable expression reminding him of Yan Xinxin.
From the first time he saw her, he had felt that this child was Yan Xinxin's daughter. However, after so many twists and turns, even Yan Xinxin herself didn't realize—perhaps the daughter who was declared dead years ago was none other than the Mu Chenxi in front of him!
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Yan Xinxin continued attending classes as usual, but Xu Nuo was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she noticed Ling Siyu had suddenly turned quiet and withdrawn.
After yesterday's harsh blow, Ling Siyu kept silent over the next few days, meek as a chicken and not daring to say a word.
A week of training had come to an end, and tomorrow was the written test and hands-on skill examination.
