"Chuxi!"
Yan Xinxin quickly reached out to grab the man who was turning to leave.
"Why are you so unreliable? You haven't even counted yet, and you're already leaving?"
"You actually believe what men say?"
He asked indifferently.
Yan Xinxin tightened her grip on his hand, pulling him forcefully. She raised her gaze to look at his seemingly cold figure.
"I don't believe what other men say, but everything Xixi No. 1 says, I believe!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Chuxi's alluring lips curved slightly, but he quickly straightened his face, turning around with a deliberately stern expression.
"Hurry up. My patience is limited."
"Alright then..."
Yan Xinxin sighed helplessly and confessed her conversation with Ning Zitong.
Mo Chuxi listened, his expression growing darker by the moment.
"That woman is completely insane!"
He sneered coldly.
