Mo Chuxi's gaze was sharp, his attitude firm and brooked no argument.
Sister Lin didn't dare make a sound anymore, and even Lin Yuan'ai found herself momentarily speechless.
But anger still burned—seeing Yan Xinxin holding Yan Chenxi only made her angrier.
"How are you watching over the child? How could you let him run out like that!"
Lin Yuan'ai reprimanded furiously.
The two young maids nervously lowered their heads.
"We're sorry, Madam. The young master, he…"
"It's not these big sisters' fault."
Little Chenxi raised his charming face, his expression serious as he looked at the enraged Lin Yuan'ai.
"Pretty Auntie, I didn't realize your temper was so bad. I don't want to be friends with you at all!"
"…What, what did you say?"
Lin Yuan'ai was stunned at the boy's words, her fury deepening.
"What auntie? I'm your grandmother!"
"You're not my grandmother!"
Yan Chenxi instantly refuted her.
