Ji Xinxin was playing with Shi Mo, not noticing her expression, just urging, "Xiaxia, have you found it yet? Hurry, hurry, I want to personally give it to my godson."
But despite Ji Xinxin calling out several times, Ling Chuxia did not respond. She couldn't help but look up, only to see Ling Chuxia staring intensely at her phone with an extremely unpleasant expression.
Seeing her expression, Ji Xinxin was taken aback, and her smile involuntarily faded, "Xiaxia, what's wrong? What are you looking at?"
It was as if Ling Chuxia didn't hear Ji Xinxin's questioning, as she continued to stare blankly at the phone screen.
Ji Xinxin furrowed her brow slightly, an ominous feeling creeping into her heart. She held the child with one arm and reached out with the other, grabbing the phone from Ling Chuxia's hand.
As her gaze fell on the phone screen, Ji Xinxin was also stunned, her black pupils suddenly shrinking.
