Yan Xinxin slowed her steps slightly.
Mo Chuxi's thin lips pressed together coldly; suddenly, he turned around.
"What can your Young Master Xiao do at a hospital? Of course, he's here for medical treatment. As for what kind of illness he's here for, everyone knows."
When Mo Chuxi said this, quite a few young passersby began to snicker at Xiao Yiran.
Xiao Yiran's expression became stiff.
"...Mo Chuxi, what did you say!"
"What did I say? I'm saying that your Young Master Xiao is here to treat his promiscuous disease. Do I need to elaborate?"
"You..."
"Chuxi, no need to waste words with him. Let's go home!"
"Alright, if my sweetheart says go home, then we'll go home."
Mo Chuxi replied gently, his gaze and tone full of affection. After speaking, he was about to leave.
Xiao Yiran's chest tightened with anger.
"Mo Chuxi, don't think you can stay so smug forever!"
He fumed at Mo Chuxi's departing figure.
