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

for you to come to the factory anymore. The

"..."

did it feel like Mo Chuxi’s words

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

missed her by a step means

took Yan Xinxin to a private hospital for a check-up and found out she had torn a ligament in her right

way back to the apartment, Mo Chuxi’s expression

it? And why did you suddenly hang up

As for the injury, well, I have to thank you, Young

"Me?"

Chuxi felt completely innocent

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 startled me,

"Screech—"

suddenly slammed on

off the lounge

Young Master Mo. Your

this, Mo

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

"Isn’t that true?"

"No, it’s not."

and continued driving, coolly tossing out two words,

about the

"..."

at a loss for

car stopped in the apartment’s

bent down and carried Yan Xinxin out of

comfortably around his neck and lifting her gaze to look

perspective of a wife looking at

side profile, straight nose, thin lips, the graceful curve downward toward