"Daddy~"
"Chuxi Daddy!"
Mo Chuxi had just reached the entryway and was about to change his shoes when he saw two little figures happily running toward him on their small legs.
Mo Chuxi crouched down and, without hesitation, opened his arms to embrace the two little ones.
"Daddy, Mua~ Xixi missed Daddy so much~"
Little Chenxi threw herself into Mo Chuxi's arms, stretching out her lotus-like white and tender little arms to hug his neck, followed by a sweet kiss.
Mo Chuxi looked at her and smiled faintly.
From Mu Qianshui's self-righteous testimony about timelines, he had thoroughly figured out that nothing had happened between them that night.
Since nothing happened, naturally, there wouldn't be a daughter.
Those two DNA tests had clearly been tampered with.
Little Chenxi was merely used by Mu Qianshui, that deeply scheming woman, as a convenient shield. She wasn't his biological daughter.
