Caught off guard, Yan Xinxin was suddenly pushed by Mo Chuxi, letting out a light cry as she fell into the passenger seat.
"Bang."
Mo Chuxi slammed the car door shut. Through the window, Yan Xinxin caught sight of his imposing figure walking past, before he got into the car and quickly started it.
Yan Xinxin turned to look at him. In the dim light, Mo Chuxi's profile appeared even more chiseled and defined.
"President Mo, could I trouble you to take me to pick up Xi first?"
"Your son may only be five years old, but even he knows how to go home. Yan Xinxin, how about you?"
Mo Chuxi's voice was cold as he spoke.
Yan Xinxin froze for a moment. "Are you saying Xi went home by himself?"
Feeling the concern and hope in Yan Xinxin's gaze, Mo Chuxi shifted his eyes slightly and gave her a dispassionate glance for a few seconds.
Sensing Mo Chuxi's growing impatience, Yan Xinxin tugged at her seatbelt with both hands and opened her mouth, her mood sinking.
