Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi with tearful, blurry eyes, filled with shock.
"Did Dad tell Mu Shaoqian that I'm Mu Qianyuan?"
Mo Chuxi nodded lightly.
"It was your adoptive father who told him."
Yan Xinxin froze upon hearing this, then nervously raised her hand to grasp Mo Chuxi's palm.
"Dad really told him? Then Mu Shaoqian…"
"Do you want to hear the truth?"
"..."
He looked at her with an indignant glare, chilling Yan Xinxin to the bone.
Perhaps the answer was already self-evident.
"He said, 'Just because you look a little like my sister when she was younger, you think you can pass yourself off as her? You think I don't know what your family is scheming? Clinging to Mo Chuxi isn't enough, now you want to latch onto our family too?'"
"..."
Yan Xinxin's heartbeat gradually slowed with every word Mo Chuxi spoke, and eventually… stopped.
"He also said, 'If you're really my sister Mu Qianyuan, I'll cut off my head and let you use it as a stool.'"
"..."
