Yan Zhirou sneered at Yan Xinxin arrogantly, using vulgar words.
"Yan Zhirou, stop mistaking my patience for your shameless arrogance. You should know when to stop."
Yan Xinxin didn't want to waste any more words on her. She grabbed little Chenxi's hand and decisively turned away.
Yan Zhirou rolled her eyes disdainfully, but her expression suddenly changed drastically.
That little kid just now, that face... isn't she the little girl who called Mo Shao "dad" that day!
This is Mo Shao's daughter!
But this doesn't make sense. If Mo Shao despises Yan Xinxin so much, why would he let her take care of his daughter?
Yan Zhirou couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried, and she felt as if she was about to explode from frustration.
Yet, when she recalled the scene from a while ago, when Mo Chuxi drove to her building and stared up at her place, a smug smile returned to her face.
She was sure that her dream man must have feelings for her!
