Returning a favor?
Mo Chuxi quickly recalled what Yan Xinxin had said to Jun Shengye at the airport.
Because he had helped her several times, she said she owed him a favor.
While reminiscing, he felt his palm become empty again.
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows, breaking free from his grasp.
She blinked her bright eyes and looked at him.
"I don't know you, stop holding my hand."
Yan Xinxin finished speaking and walked over to Jun Shengye.
Observing her unconscious behavior and words at this moment, Mo Chuxi knew he shouldn't feel hurt, but he did.
She actually said she didn't know him.
How could she not know?
No one in this lifetime has a more deeply entwined relationship than the one between them, yet she said she didn't know him.
"Mu Qianyuan, let's go."
"Alright."
Upon hearing Jun Shengye's commanding words, Yan Xinxin responded without hesitation and followed his steps.
Mo Chuxi couldn't accept this development.
"Xinxin, you can't leave, Xinxin!"
He stopped them.
