Chapter 141: Chapter 141: How much do you really like our Xinxin?

Before Yan Xinxin could respond, Ye Lirong immediately leaned in eagerly to press further.

Her attitude had already changed from just a moment ago.

"Hmph! Mom, stop joking. How could Young Master Mo possibly marry her?"

Yan Zhirou sneered sarcastically, though jealousy was already consuming her from within.

Yan Xinxin lifted her clear eyes, her gaze calm yet sharp.

"If Mo Chuxi wouldn’t marry me, there’s no way he would marry you. If he could choose you, you’d already be my sister!"

"You..."

"Dad, let’s go! Let’s not keep Xi and the others waiting too long."

Yan Xinxin ignored Yan Zhirou and reached out to take Yang Guoping’s arm.

"Ah."

Yang Guoping responded.

In truth, he was feeling a bit uneasy. Between his two daughters, he had to admit that Yan Xinxin was indeed the more outstanding one. She was gentle, virtuous, sensible, and beautiful—a girl who was impossible not to like.

However, he couldn’t help but think about how Yan Xinxin already had a son, and what kind of powerful, wealthy family the other party came from.

young master from a prestigious

of mess

her foot

Mo be

wretch! One day, I’ll make

Zhirou gritted her teeth unwillingly,

Mo Chuxi holding Yan Chenxi, with Yan Xinxin and Yang Guoping walking just behind them. She was

had gathered earlier after hearing Ye Lirong’s gloating were now staring, dumbfounded,

that Young Master Mo? Why is he holding Yan

had just mocked Yan Xinxin

Master Mo was interested

you think the boy looks a bit like

god! He really

that the man who got Old Yan’s eldest daughter pregnant five years ago was actually this Young Master

that make Yan Xinxin the young mistress of the Mo

If this turns out to be true, Ye Lirong won’t just brag

"..."

their gazes following the

seeing the heir of An City’s most elite family, and it should have been an exciting and

Center, a five-star

been entirely cleared out

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255