Mo Chuxi had just finished speaking when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.
He paused slightly, his slender fingers pressed the button to end the call.
"Mo Chuxi, who were you talking to? What can't be known to your wife, which is me?"
Yan Xinxin pursued the question, just about to take a step when Mo Chuxi turned around.
He was wearing a white bathrobe, and under the moonlight, his cool and abstinent image appeared even more aloof and noble.
Mo Chuxi lowered his gaze, his slender, electric eyes met Yan Xinxin's wide, beautiful eyes.
"You're back."
He opened his lips, calmly said the four words, then took a step forward and walked straight to Yan Xinxin.
Seeing her serious expression, Mo Chuxi gave a gentle smile and leaned close to her small face.
"Being angry will cause wrinkles."
"I'm not angry, I just want to know who you were talking to and what those words meant!"
"Mm-hmm."
Mo Chuxi faintly curled his lips, speaking as he took long strides toward the bed.
