Yan Xinxin's question caught him completely off guard.
Mo Chuxi froze, momentarily stunned.
"Is it that hard to answer?"
She looked at him, puzzled—it was rare to see him lose composure like this.
"Mu Qianyuan."
Mo Chuxi parted his lips and answered, without any hesitation.
"She's the only person in this world who ever called me 'Brother Xi.'"
So it was Mu Qianyuan.
Was that why he spaced out at my question just now?
Yan Xinxin mused silently.
"Qianyuan's been gone for many years. To me, she was indeed special once, but Yan Xinxin, you and I are already legally married."
Mo Chuxi gazed at her, speaking quietly.
The words surprised Yan Xinxin momentarily, but soon, she smiled faintly.
"Is Young Master Mo worried I might be jealous of Mu Qianyuan, so you're explaining this deliberately?"
Yan Xinxin curled her rosy lips into a gentle smile, stepping closer to Mo Chuxi.
