Yan Xinxin raised her clear, beautiful eyes to look at Mo Chuxi, puzzled.
"Was I wrong?"
"Yes."
Mo Chuxi slightly curled his lips and started walking again, holding her hand.
"Who do you think Xiao Yiran's demeanor resembles?"
Yan Xinxin frowned upon hearing this.
"Are you talking about Old Master Xiao?"
"Uh-huh."
He nodded lightly, his brows slightly furrowed.
"The kind of parents will give birth to the kind of children. We can see clearly what kind of people Xiao Yiran and Wen Xin are. If this child is really born, I'd actually be worried for our baby."
"Really?"
Hearing Mo Chuxi's long-term concerns, Yan Xinxin instead laughed.
"Chuxi, you're overthinking it. With a father as capable as you, no one can bully our baby."
"Even though I am strong, there may still be times of negligence."
The usually assertive man suddenly turned sentimental, looking warmly at Yan Xinxin.
"Otherwise, how could I let my darling face unnecessary disturbances and harm?"
