Yan Xinxin didn't have time to think much and immediately turned around, running downstairs.
The streetlight stretched Young Master Mo's tall and handsome silhouette as Yan Xinxin hurriedly ran to the front gate, her heart racing as she saw the man with rolled-up pants and white sand clinging to his feet.
"Where's Xi?"
"Mm-hmm."
Mo Chuxi curled the corner of his lips and slightly turned his body in front of Yan Xinxin.
Seeing the little boy asleep on Mo Chuxi's back, Yan Xinxin was quite surprised.
"You... really managed to handle him?"
She asked in disbelief.
Mo Chuxi confidently curled his sensual lips, his enchanting eyes fixed on Yan Xinxin.
"Does my sweet Xinxin really have so little faith in her husband?"
"..."
Sweet Xinxin?
He actually called me sweet Xinxin? Did he get scolded by Yan Chenxi earlier?
Mo Chuxi glanced over his shoulder at the little guy on his back and smiled lovingly.
