Her questioning carried a sense of accusation, causing Young Master Mo's heart to skip a beat.
"Yan Xinxin, calm down."
"Calm down? Teach me how!"
Yan Xinxin abruptly stood up, her beautiful eyes glaring at him.
"Mo Chuxi, if one day someone dug up your daughter's..."
Halfway through her accusation, Yan Xinxin hurriedly stopped herself.
She couldn't.
She couldn't speak recklessly in anger.
His daughter would also be her daughter...
"Mo Chuxi, how could you do such a thing! What right do you have to dig up my daughter's grave! My poor Chun has suffered enough, why are you so cruel to disturb her peace!"
In her anger, she flung the letter in her hand toward him.
Mo Chuxi did not dodge, and the paper fluttered down at his feet.
"Have you finished yelling?"
"Of course not!"
Confronted with his indifferent and aloof demeanor, Yan Xinxin became even more furious.
Her already bloodshot eyes glared at him fiercely.
