Yan Xinxin's lips parted gently, releasing a single word.
Mo Chuxi's handsome face darkened, his murderous gaze cutting through Jun Shengye like a sharp blade, then he walked to the bedside, wrapping his arms around Yan Xinxin and lifting her up.
Although she had just woken up, Yan Xinxin's thoughts were already clear.
"Xi, don't misunderstand, I..."
"We'll talk at home."
Mo Chuxi interrupted, his tone and expression exceptionally cold and stern.
He held her in a princess carry, passing by Jun Shengye, his narrow eyes once again cutting through Jun Shengye like a blade.
"Are you Brother Xi?"
Mo Chuxi's steps towards the door paused.
Behind him, Jun Shengye's voice rang out with curious wonder.
"When Qianyuan was having a personality split just now, she kept shouting to see Brother Xi, so you're the Brother Xi she's always thinking about?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Chuxi's long eyes showed a deeper, chilling gleam.
He let out a low, cold laugh.
"Qianyuan?"
