Mo Chuxi's thunderous and sharp voice came from the top of the stairs.
Yan Xinxin heard the sound and quickly stepped away from the man beside her. Before she could clearly see who had helped her, she caught the sound of Mo Chuxi's urgent footsteps "thump thump thump" descending rapidly.
He was in such a hurry that he came downstairs directly wearing his bathrobe.
As soon as Mo Chuxi reached the bottom of the stairs, he immediately pulled Yan Xinxin into his arms, then raised his head to look up.
"Who are you?"
He opened his mouth coldly and asked.
Only then did Yan Xinxin lift her gaze.
The man before her appeared to be around 30 years old. He wore glasses and stood tall, easily around 1.8 meters or more in height, with an upright and imposing figure. His face held an air of refinement and charisma.
One might describe him as elegant and dignified in appearance.
And at this moment, his image was completed with a white coat draped over his shoulders—he looked like...
