Yang Guoping suddenly asked this question, and Yan Xinxin instantly felt her cheeks heat up, her heartbeat losing its rhythm.
She lifted her slightly flustered gaze and saw Mo Chuxi, who also seemed a little surprised, pause for a moment.
"Dad, I… actually, Mo Shao and I are just…"
"Don't worry, sir. I will take responsibility for Xinxin's future."
Yan Xinxin was about to clarify, but her words were interrupted halfway by Mo Chuxi's mellow yet firm voice.
She looked at the poised and dignified man in front of her in disbelief. His eyes looked serious.
"With Mo Shao's promise, I'm at ease. From now on, I'm entrusting Xinxin to you, along with my little grandson!"
Yang Guoping's face lit up, looking at his handsome and clever little grandson with great joy.
Wonderful. Xinxin's hardships had finally come to an end.
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After lunch, Mo Chuxi personally called a car to send Yang Guoping back.
On a sunny afternoon, Yan Xinxin stood under a tree, holding her son's hand.
