Yan Xinxin felt that Mo Chuxi's words were quite annoying, but she seemed to have no strength to protest.
Vaguely, she felt herself being carried into the car, with two children leaning against her, and just like that, she returned to the estate in a daze...
"Chuxi, you really are something! Xinxin is still breastfeeding, how could you coax her into drinking wine!"
Lin Yuan'ai saw Yan Xinxin with rosy cheeks being held in Mo Chuxi's arms, and couldn't help but voice her complaints.
"She only drank a little red wine, it won't matter, it's just that Xinxin can't handle alcohol."
"You know your wife can't drink, yet you coax her into drinking—what were you thinking as a husband!"
Hearing Lin Yuan'ai's complaints, Mo Chuxi let out a low chuckle.
What was he thinking as a husband?
Of course, he had his own thoughts.
"Xi, Brother Xi..."
As Mo Chuxi was carrying Yan Xinxin upstairs, he heard her open her dazed, drunken eyes to look at him and call out to him.
