Just when she felt uneasy, Mo Chuxi tightly grasped her hand.
"No matter what happens next, you have me."
He whispered softly in her ear.
Yan Xinxin squeezed his hand and nodded.
The media reporters at the main gate saw Mo Chuxi and Yan Xinxin coming, eager to shoot and interview, yet none dared to move.
No news report without Mo Chuxi's nod; no magazine or media outlet dared to directly expose it, unless they were really crazy about seeking fame!
"Saozi! Big Brother!"
Mo Chuxi was leading Yan Xinxin towards the gate when Mo Qingning and Fu Zixin, along with Lin Yuan'ai, suddenly appeared behind them.
It was already six o'clock sharp.
The deep autumn and early winter nights fell fast, suddenly dark and as if it was about to rain.
Mo Chuxi, holding Yan Xinxin, walked towards the gate confidently, and the media reporters automatically made way, not even daring to pick up their tools.
