"What! Dissociative identity disorder!"
Hearing those four words, Mu Jingheng felt as though his head had briefly gone dizzy!
Looking at Yan Xinxin, who in this moment was holding onto Mo Chuxi's hand and giggling foolishly, Mu Jingheng's lips trembled slightly.
She clearly had the appearance of an adult, clearly was already 23 years and 9 months old this year!
But now her mental state and personality were stuck at the level of a 6-year-old!
How was he, as her father, supposed to accept this? How was he supposed to bear it?
How could his little princess have endured such a tragic and difficult fate over the past decade?
Seeing Mu Jingheng on the verge of tears, Mo Chuxi led Yan Xinxin to the sofa, then let go of her hand and took out her favorite snacks and fruits from his bag to give to her.
"Yuan, be good. Play by yourself first. Brother Xi and your dad need to chat for a bit."
"Okay!"
Yan Xinxin obediently nodded but still looked at him very seriously.
