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."

sensual lips curled faintly, and he lowered his gaze to the

there’s no need for you to come to the factory anymore. The future boss’s wife can simply stay in the

"..."

Chuxi’s words

and sense of loss in

missed her by a step means losing her for

for a check-up and found out she had torn a ligament in her right ankle—it was quite

back to the apartment,

why did you suddenly hang up on me and turn off

phone ran out of battery, so of course it shut off. As for the injury, well, I have to thank

"Me?"

Chuxi felt completely

felt sleepy and took a nap in the warehouse. Then, as I was

"Screech—"

suddenly slammed

fell off the

Young Master Mo. Your

this, Mo Chuxi’s gaze

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

"Isn’t that true?"

"No, it’s not."

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

about the

"..."

at a

in the apartment’s underground

carried Yan Xinxin out of the

resist, instead wrapping her arms comfortably around his neck and lifting her gaze to look at

perspective—it’s totally the perspective of a

the