Mo Chuxi, having just walked to the doorway of the room, paused upon hearing the tender voice of little Yan Chenxi.
"My wish is for little Xinxin to meet a very, very good older brother who will take care of you for a lifetime, make you happy every single day, and ensure you're no longer bullied by the mean aunt and grandmother."
Little Chenxi articulated his wish clearly, word by word.
Yan Xinxin was unexpectedly stunned, her eyes almost instantly welling up with tears.
"Xi…"
"Daddy Chuxi is a good person. Even though he doesn't smile often, I like him. The most important thing is, I feel that Daddy Chuxi can protect little Xinxin."
Every single word the little one uttered landed clearly in Mo Chuxi's ears.
He stood at the doorway, his emotions momentarily chaotic.
Suddenly, he found himself somewhat afraid to face the truth—if he really was that scumbag, then all the suffering and blame Yan Xinxin had endured over the past five years were caused by him.
