To Yan Xinxin, nothing is more important than her baby right now.
As soon as she heard something happened to Xi, her expression changed dramatically, and she immediately followed Teacher He to the classroom.
After a few steps, Yan Xinxin vaguely felt her heart beating faster, she took a deep breath and quickly ran into the classroom.
"Waa waa..."
As soon as she entered the classroom, Yan Xinxin heard the sound of a child crying loudly.
Yan Xinxin looked closely and saw Little Cutie Mo Zhichun, with tears hanging from her eyes, standing behind a small figure, her cute white and tender little hand tightly gripping someone's coat.
And the person in front of Little Cutie is Mo Chenxi.
The little guy straightened his back, standing in front of Chun, with an unprecedentedly serious expression on his handsome face, those long and narrow eyes similar to Mo Chuxi's glaring fiercely with momentum at the little boy rolling and crying on the ground.
