As Mu Qianshui's words fell, Yan Xinxin felt an unbearable tightness in her chest, even struggling to catch her breath.
"Are you okay?"
Seeing Yan Xinxin's brows knit tightly and her complexion pale, Mu Qianshui asked with some concern.
Yan Xinxin raised her hand to press her chest and shook her head.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel a bit tight in my chest."
Mu Qianshui nodded thoughtfully, "As long as you're okay."
"Yeah, um, I need to go. President Mo is still waiting downstairs. If you need to talk to him, why don't we go down together?"
"Since you two are together, I won't interrupt. I wouldn't want Chuxi to get upset again like he did last night."
Mu Qianshui smiled as she spoke, her captivating eyes earnestly gazing at Yan Xinxin.
"Don't take what I just said to heart. My sister and Chuxi were so young back then—they didn't even understand what love was. What's important now is that Chuxi likes you."
Yan Xinxin didn't expect Mu Qianshui to say something like this.
