After Sister Lin finished speaking, Yan Xinxin let out a sarcastic laugh.
She truly hadn't expected that her son would be taken away by the Mo family.
What's even more ridiculous is that this Sister Lin acted as if it was perfectly natural, smiling so cunningly!
Did she really think that Yan Xinxin's baby, whom she carried for ten months and gave birth to, was the Mo family's grandson?
Mo Chuxi, sensing Yan Xinxin's displeasure, glanced at her soaking wet appearance and furrowed his sharp brows.
"No matter what happens next, don't say a word. I'll handle it."
"You'll handle it? And how exactly will you handle it?"
Yan Xinxin glared at Mo Chuxi, visibly annoyed.
"Mo Chuxi, Xi is my son. He has nothing to do with the Mo family. Please don't drag my son into our transactions, alright?"
After venting, she angrily quickened her pace to catch up to Sister Lin.
