Yan Chenxi fluttered his slender, sparkling eyes and softly called out these four words from his delicate lips.
"You… you came up here?"
Yan Xinxin stared at the cold, aloof man in front of her with astonishment.
Mo Chuxi lowered his gaze and caught sight of Yan Xinxin's misty, shimmering eyes. His deep gaze suddenly lifted as he looked into the room.
Yan Zhirou's eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face before it quickly turned into overwhelming delight.
"Young Master Mo! Young Master Mo, you're here!"
She hurried forward in her high heels, hands reaching out to push Yan Xinxin aside.
Yan Xinxin stumbled slightly under her pull, nearly losing her balance.
Mo Chuxi extended his hand to steady Yan Xinxin, but it froze in mid-air before he retracted it with seamless discretion.
"Young Master Mo, please come in and take a seat!"
Yan Zhirou greeted him enthusiastically with a radiant smile.
