Di Jue Financial Group, 18th floor.
Mo Chuxi sat at his desk, his slender fingers leisurely flipping through documents.
The sunlight behind him filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, softening his exquisitely sharp features in backlight.
Anyway, men absorbed in their work always possess an indescribable charm.
"Daddy."
A childlike voice suddenly called out softly from the side.
Mo Chuxi's hand paused mid-signature. He lowered his gaze and caught sight of an innocent, radiant little face.
Little Chenxi blinked her big, round eyes and toddled over to his side with her short legs.
Mo Chuxi set down his pen and turned coldly, his face blank like a poker card, to face Little Chenxi.
"Stop calling me Daddy."
He reminded her with a warning tone once again.
Little Chenxi looked at him, half-understanding, then suddenly extended her soft, white hands to hug Mo Chuxi's right leg.
"..."
Mo Chuxi was slightly stunned, unsure of what she intended to do.
"Stand up."
