Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 33 - 033: Young Master Mo, your daughter looks so much like you!

What the hell!

Yan Xinxin's little heart felt like it had a thousand alpacas galloping through it!

Xu Nuo, how could Xu Nuo know about her and Mo Chuxi?

Has the media already exposed my relationship with Mo Chuxi online?

No, that's unlikely. If it were true, Lan Xuan would have definitely told her already.

Xu Nuo looked at the utterly panicked Yan Xinxin, the faint smirk at the corner of his lips quickly carried away by the wind.

He released his grip on Yan Xinxin's hand, glanced at her meaningfully a few times, then turned around and walked away.

"Wait a minute!"

Yan Xinxin called out to him, staring at Xu Nuo's tall silhouette, hesitating for a few seconds.

"Please, don't tell anyone, okay..."

Before her words were fully spoken, Yan Xinxin could only watch Xu Nuo swagger off right in front of her...

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Yan Xinxin returned to the classroom, feeling restless. It was already class time, yet the assigned professor hadn't arrived. The boys in the room were all engrossed in their phones, while the girls were staring openly at Yan Xinxin.

Xinxin, spill it! When did your secret affair with Xu Nuo

Xinxin and began bombarding her with

skills! You actually managed to snag that aloof

furrowed her brows in

Nuo and I aren't in the sort of relationship you're imagining. Also, can anyone tell me why the professor hasn't shown up? Isn't this

Lan Xuan gave up on teasing her and lazily propped her pretty

early, the new professor will start next week. I heard it's

"Associate professor?"

sparkling

that mean class might actually be

for the neighboring art class? Young, handsome,

Lan Xuan complained indignantly.

look at us—first we had an old man, now we're getting another old man. What

chuckled, "How do you know he's

turned her head to look

Have you ever seen a professor at Ancheng University who's

Well...

couldn't help

didn't really care. Whether the professor was old or young, handsome or ugly, it had nothing to do with

——

Di Jue Financial Group.

At precisely 9 a.m.

the conference room, waiting for Mo