Yan Xinxin finished speaking, only to feel her eyes sting with impending tears.
She forced herself to swallow back her emotions and decisively turned around.
"Damn it!"
"What is this woman pretending to be?"
"She actually rejected Young Master Mo!"
"Good that she rejected him! That way, Young Master Mo can still be ours!"
Mo Chuxi abruptly stood, casting a sidelong, chilling glare, instantly silencing the women gossiping behind him.
Yan Xinxin thought she could remain composed, but in that moment, her heart became chaotic.
She quickened her pace, walking toward the street corner in a fluster, desperate to leave this place of trouble.
Mo Chuxi's proposal and love confession—she didn't dare take them seriously. Moreover, she couldn't forgive Mo Chuxi for what he did to Chun.
"Beep beep beep—"
Suddenly, an out-of-control truck came hurtling toward her.
"Mom!"
"Xinxin!"
