Yan Xinxin couldn't understand—due to Mu Qianshui's involvement, she felt Mo Chuxi didn't seem to have any reason to go to the Mu family.
Could it be because of Mu Qianyuan?
"Mommy, Daddy, Xixi's tummy is so empty…"
While still waiting for Mo Chuxi's response, Yan Xinxin suddenly heard little Chenxi's soft, aggrieved voice.
The little one tugged at her skirt, blinking his big eyes. His adorable, innocent expression once again left Yan Xinxin momentarily stunned.
Ever since discovering that she shared so many similarities with Mu Qianyuan, she had been feeling oddly unsettled inside.
Even absurd thoughts had started surfacing in her mind…
"Yan Xinxin, Yan Xinxin, Mrs. Mo."
"Huh?"
It wasn't until Mo Chuxi called her a few times that Yan Xinxin snapped out of her thoughts.
She returned to the moment and found that both little ones and Mo Chuxi were all looking at her with peculiar expressions.
"It seems like if I don't call you Mrs. Mo, you won't respond anymore, huh?"
"..."
