Yan Xinxin held Mo Chuxi's hand, nervously looking towards the room.
As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Xu Nuo standing not far from the door in a bathrobe.
His face looked very calm, as indifferent and cold as ever, except the bathrobe seemed a bit wrinkled and messy, as if it had been torn.
"Nuo, what's going on? Why did I seem to hear Zixin's voice in my room?"
Selena pulled Xu Nuo's hand, asking in confusion.
Xu Nuo looked at her and smiled faintly.
"Nothing."
"Wuwuwu..."
Just as he finished speaking, the faint sound of someone sobbing came from a corner of the room.
Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi in surprise, then saw Mo Yongshu, Fu Zixin's mother, quickly rushed in.
"Oh no! Xinxin!"
She shouted.
"What is going on here!"
"Why is Zixin inside?"
The old master of the Mo family questioned.
The old lady of the Mo family stood at the door, her eyes flickering.
