Mu Qianshui quickly got out of the car and walked toward Yan Xinxin.
In the sunlight, her beautiful and noble face carried a composed and graceful smile.
"Lady Yan, thank you for holding Xixi, please let me take her."
As she spoke, she extended her hand, completely unconcerned with the increasing number of passersby noticing her, or even gathering around.
"Sister Qianshui, Xixi wants Sister Xinxin to hold her..."
Little Chenxi tightly hugged Yan Xinxin's neck, reluctant to leave this warm and comfortable embrace.
Mu Qianshui's brows furrowed slightly; her expression seemed hurt as she moved closer.
"Xixi, Sister Qianshui is very worried about you. She left work immediately to pick you up from the hospital. You'll make her sad if you do this."
She spoke as if saddened, with a layer of sorrow coating her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
Little Chenxi lowered her head silently, clearly unwilling to let go of Yan Xinxin.
