"Since when is it your place to meddle in matters between Xinxin and me?"
"Young Master Mo, I just don't want you to be deceived."
Yan Zhirou stared into Mo Chuxi's deep, cold eyes, filled with both admiration and fear.
"Yan Xinxin might look innocent and harmless, but in reality, she's more—"
"Say another word and see what happens."
"I..."
Yan Zhirou's face turned ashen, her fear silencing her mid-sentence. She could only dart a glance at the nosy relatives nearby.
"Young Master Mo, what Zhirou says is true. Xinxin gave birth to a child out of wedlock five years ago. She doesn't even know who the father is!"
One of the aunts chimed in with a "kind-hearted" reminder.
Mo Chuxi's thin lips pressed tightly together, the veins on his forehead already pulsing.
