Yan Xinxin stepped out of the identification agency.
Just as she got into a taxi, she received a call from Mo Chuxi.
"Where did you go?"
His voice was low and sultry, carrying an elusive charm.
"I made plans to go shopping with a friend today. Could you help me take care of the two kids for a while?"
"Alright."
There was a pause of several seconds on the other end of the call, but Yan Xinxin eventually heard Mo Chuxi's reply.
"Whew—"
Yan Xinxin let out a sigh of relief, secretly nervous he might notice something.
After all, this man was startlingly perceptive in both senses and instincts.
"Miss, you look kind of familiar!"
The driver suddenly broke the silence.
Yan Xinxin glanced up and offered a faint smile.
"You must be mistaken, sir. I'm no celebrity; how could I look familiar to you?"
"Is that so?"
The driver cast another doubtful glance at Yan Xinxin.
"Come to think of it, the woman Young Master Mo proposed to last night looks just like you!"
"..."
