Yan Xinxin snapped out of her daze.
"I… I have something that's been bothering me."
"What is it? Can I help you with it?"
Xiao Yize asked with concern.
Looking at Yan Xinxin now, he couldn't help but recall how she immediately hid behind Mo Chuxi the last time she saw him.
The contrast between then and now was striking.
Yan Xinxin gently shook her head and then smiled.
"I think I should trust Mo Chuxi."
"Hmm?"
"Master, let's talk about the competition instead!"
Yan Xinxin raised a smile, deciding not to dwell on her concerns.
Near noon, Lu Chenxue joined the discussion and offered some suggestions.
With the whole day passing by, they finally finalized the plan.
As the sun set, Yan Xinxin frowned slightly in irritation.
That guy hadn't reached out to her all day—not even a quick text to check on her.
While she was quietly complaining to herself, her phone suddenly chimed with a notification.
She quickly picked up her phone to check; it was a message from Mo Chuxi.
