Yan Xinxin paused slightly in her motion to wipe.
Looking at the soft, adorable Little Cutie in front of her, she smiled gently, then turned her head, her expression fading from her small face.
"Young Master Mo, if you want to say it, just say it. If you don't want to, don't. There's no need to keep me in suspense."
"Is that so?"
Seeing that Yan Xinxin didn't even look at him, Mo Chuxi, his chest tight, diverted his gaze indifferently.
"If that's the case, then I'll wait until Mrs. Mo wants to know before I speak."
Mo Chuxi spoke, seemingly casually.
Yan Xinxin paid him no heed and turned to smile again at Little Chenxi.
Yan Chenxi, the little one, held his milk cup, tilting his captivating eyes as he silently observed.
Suspicious!
Something feels off, very off.
But where is the suspicion, exactly? What's wrong?
"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"
Just as the little guy was mulling it over, his train of thought was interrupted by the sudden vibration of a phone.
