Seeing Mo Chuxi's deep eyes, Yan Xinxin felt a little guilty.
Last night, he had clearly warned her, but she still disobediently went to find Ye Lirong.
She wanted to be obedient, but how could she possibly suppress the urge to uncover the truth behind Chun's incident years ago?
"It's Young Master Mo!"
Just a moment ago, those aunts were all piling on accusations against Yan Xinxin, but now that they saw Mo Chuxi, each and every one of them instantly plastered flattering smiles onto their faces.
"Young Master Mo really seems to like visiting here. Our shabby little neighborhood is truly honored!"
"Absolutely!"
The old woman who just now had been raging and ready to argue with Yan Xinxin was now grinning ear to ear, switching faces faster than flipping a book.
"You Black Mountain Witch, shut your mouth!"
Yan Chenxi, his little face full of indignation, shouted furiously.
The "old woman" froze, her smile stiffening as her face darkened.
