The young girl spoke, very affectionately wrapping her hand around Mo Chuxi's arm.
"Miss Sister, who are you? Why are you holding my dad's hand?"
Yan Chenxi the little one was not calm anymore.
This Miss Sister might be pretty, but it seems she's trying to steal my dad from my Xinxin?
That won't do!
"Dad?"
The girl furrowed her beautiful willow-shaped brows.
"So this little rascal is the product of you and that woman five years ago, huh? Is that why you left me for this woman and this little brat?"
"Are you… Mo Chuxi's sister?"
Hearing the girl's seemingly provocative words, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but ask.
Mo Qingning jolted in surprise.
"You—how did you figure it out?"
"With such bad acting, do you think anyone would fall for it?"
Mo Chuxi parted his lips and withdrew his hand, walking over to Yan Chenxi the little one.
"Xi, this is your aunt."
"Ah! I'm only twenty years old; I don't want to be called 'aunt'! It sounds so old!"
