The little guy clenched his tiny fists with a look of indignation, making a point.
Young Master Mo frowned ever so slightly, his chest inexplicably feeling as if it had been punched a few times.
It didn't hurt, but there was a faint sensation.
Yan Xinxin quickly returned with some bottled water.
She twisted the cap off, handed the water to Mo Chuxi, and then turned to sit beside her son.
Noticing the grains of sticky rice near her son's lips, she lowered her gaze with a smile.
"How did you eat? You've gotten it all over your face."
Yan Xinxin smiled teasingly and reached out to wipe away the rice grains from her son's face.
"Yan Xinxin, come over here."
Mo Chuxi's commanding tone rang out.
She blinked in confusion, hesitating for two seconds before standing and walking over to sit next to him.
"Here I am, Young Master Mo. What do you want?"
Yan Xinxin half-jokingly asked him, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she saw Mo Chuxi holding a sushi roll up to her lips.
