Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Young Master Mo, rest assured, your daughter is fine

Yan Xinxin had just wanted to pull her hand back and walk by herself when she heard a certain icy voice calling out near her ear.

She lifted her gaze, and her vision was instantly filled with the tall, handsome figure of Mo Chuxi.

Only, his expression clearly looked quite sour.

Yan Xinxin half-understood the situation, but nonetheless withdrew her hand and took a couple of difficult steps toward Mo Chuxi.

Seeing the way she walked, Mo Chuxi furrowed his sharp brows slightly and hurried forward to meet her.

"What happened to your foot?"

"I accidentally twisted it earlier."

Xiao Yize explained.

Mo Chuxi’s expression softened a bit, but suddenly he reached out, wrapped his arm around Yan Xinxin’s waist, and lifted her up.

"Hey..."

Yan Xinxin’s cheeks instantly seemed to be dyed the color of a sunset.

She had never imagined that Mo Chuxi would suddenly give her a princess carry!

"Since you’ve twisted it, let’s go to the hospital and get it checked out."

Mo Chuxi spoke in a reasonable tone, glancing up at Xiao Yize.

"The jewelry gala is set for this Saturday. I assume Angel’s Tears is already finished?"

"Yes, it’s in the final stages."

"That’s good."

lips curled faintly, and he lowered his gaze to the small woman in his

come to the factory anymore. The future boss’s wife can simply stay

"..."

Chuxi’s words

Chuxi carry Yan Xinxin away. The emptiness and sense of loss in his heart couldn’t be filled even by

step means losing her for a

a private hospital for a check-up and found out she had torn a ligament in

the way back to the apartment,

you twist it? And why did you suddenly hang up on me and turn off

out of battery, so of course it shut off. As for the injury, well,

"Me?"

Chuxi felt completely innocent in

I visited the factory with my master to check on Angel’s Tears. I felt sleepy and took a nap in the warehouse. Then, as I was drowsily sleeping, your phone call

"Screech—"

Chuxi suddenly slammed on

off the lounge

worry, Young Master Mo. Your daughter

Mo Chuxi’s gaze

you say it, it’s like I only care about

"Isn’t that true?"

"No, it’s not."

turned his head back and continued driving, coolly tossing out two words, his

about

"..."

was at a loss for

car stopped in the

Chuxi bent down and carried Yan Xinxin out

didn’t shy away or resist, instead wrapping her arms comfortably around his neck

perspective—it’s totally the perspective of a

nose, thin lips, the graceful curve downward toward