He reached out and pinched Yan Xinxin's chin, his handsome face suddenly magnified right in front of her.
"Yan Xinxin, are you looking for death?"
His sharp gaze was soul-piercing.
Yan Xinxin stared at him, her eyes suddenly becoming particularly resolute.
"Yes, I am looking for death. If you've got the guts, go ahead and kill me!"
She stared at him fearlessly.
Mo Chuxi seemed to freeze for a moment. Staring into Yan Xinxin's eyes, his thoughts were suddenly pulled in a direction he didn't expect.
He abruptly reached out and grabbed Yan Xinxin's petite hand.
"Ow! That hurts! Mo Chuxi, what are you doing?" Yan Xinxin, irritated and flustered by Mo Chuxi's questioning, let slip this thoughtless remark in a fit of heat.
Mo Chuxi's magnetic yet icy voice came from beside her ear.
Yan Xinxin snapped out of her memories, her gaze locking onto Mo Chuxi's face—cold as frost yet strikingly handsome.
He turned his head slightly, meeting her eyes directly.
"Yan Xinxin, you'd better hide that man well. If I see him, I swear I'll kill him."
Yan Xinxin was stunned and confused, but internally she was cheering.
She had long wished for that man to die!
Mo Chuxi dropped this deeply ambiguous remark, abruptly releasing her wrist. Swiftly, he stepped out of the passenger seat and moved to the driver's side.
Before Yan Xinxin could recover from the shock, he started the car and drove straight back to the apartment.
During the entire ride, Yan Xinxin focused on one thing: glaring at Mo Chuxi's devilishly handsome face, her eyes full of disdain.
It's nothing more than mutual exploitation.
This man really is ridiculously conceited!
"Yan Xinxin, Yan Xinxin, idiot!"
Lost in her thoughts, Yan Xinxin only snapped back to reality when she heard Mo Chuxi's "idiot" directed at her.
Looking up, she realized the car had already stopped in the apartment's garage.
Yan Xinxin hurriedly grabbed her bag and got out of the car. Seeing Mo Chuxi's cold figure walking ahead, she quickly followed him.
The elevator went straight up to the top floor. As soon as the apartment door opened, a familiar sound of footsteps reached Yan Xinxin's ears.
Yan Chenxi's innocent voice rang out, filled with excitement. His small figure quickly ran up to Yan Xinxin and hugged her legs tightly.
"Xinxin, where did you go? Why didn't you come pick me up after school?"
He lifted his slim, wide eyes, his Xiao Shuai face looking unusually serious as he stared at Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin immediately squatted down, patting her son's small head.
"I'm sorry, Xi. Xinxin encountered something sudden at work. I'm sorry; it won't happen again next time."
She explained softly.
Mo Chuxi, changing his shoes, glanced indifferently at the mother and child duo beside him before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away coldly.
Yan Chenxi suddenly turned and called out to Mo Chuxi.
Mo Chuxi responded coolly.
"Thank you for bringing Xinxin back."
The little guy offered gratitude, his pure and clear eyes fixed sincerely on Mo Chuxi.
Yan Xinxin froze, surprised that her son had even asked Mo Chuxi to find her...
While touched, Yan Xinxin also felt ashamed. As a mother, she was failing her responsibilities, always causing her son to worry about her.
But how did Mo Chuxi know she had been taken to the police station?
After soothing her son to sleep, Yan Xinxin took a complicated bath, and while passing down the hallway, couldn't resist glancing toward Mo Chuxi's room. She then turned around and climbed the spiral staircase to the rooftop terrace.
At first, Yan Xinxin just wanted to come up for some fresh air. But in the instant she opened the terrace door and switched on the lights, she was stunned by the sight before her.