Yan Xinxin hadn't even finished her sentence when Mo Chuxi's expression suddenly darkened, his handsome face becoming shrouded in an incredibly complex mix of emotions.
"Yan Xinxin, you've certainly got some nerve!"
From his thin lips escaped such a remark, tinged with helplessness, as Mo Chuxi abruptly scooped Yan Xinxin up in his arms and rushed toward the nearest hospital.
During the journey, Mo Chuxi experienced a kind of anxiety he had never felt before.
Fortunately, it was only a minor amount of bleeding, and the baby was unharmed. But it was clear that such a commotion during the early stage of pregnancy would make the situation more precarious for the fetus.
The drive back was shrouded in a suffocating silence.
Yan Xinxin trudged slowly behind Mo Chuxi, following him all the way back to the apartment.
With a loud "bang," Mo Chuxi slammed the door shut and strode over to the couch, his figure radiating icy hostility as he sat down.
