Mo Chuxi's steps paused slightly.
"Why are you interested in this?"
"Maybe just out of curiosity?"
Yan Xinxin found a reason that sounded plausible enough.
"Can you tell me something about Mu Qianyuan's childhood? I want to know what kind of girl she was, and why you liked her so much."
"Are you jealous?"
Mo Chuxi lowered his gaze and asked, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his sensual lips.
Yan Xinxin shook her head, her beautiful eyes earnestly staring at his teasing gaze.
"Maybe I don't have a reason to be jealous."
"Oh?"
"Nothing."
Yan Xinxin cut herself off.
Yes.
She suspected that she might be Mu Qianyuan, but Mu Qianyuan's death had been conclusively determined over a decade ago…
The more Yan Xinxin thought about it, the more conflicted she became.
In any case, she needed to wait for the paternity test with Mu Qianshui to come out first.
If it turned out to be true, she had no idea how to face the Mu family.
