Yan Zhirou roared, completely disregarding any semblance of image.
Mo Chuxi's brows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased.
Yan Zhirou's last words felt like a sharp thorn stabbing into his heart.
"Yan Zhirou, stop spewing nonsense!"
Yan Xinxin wasn't about to sit idly by and let Yan Zhirou falsely accuse her.
"That's right, Xi is my son, but that doesn't give you the right to slander me. I know you like Mo Chuxi, but don't assume he's one of those people who blindly believe baseless lies!"
"Hah! Am I spouting lies?"
Yan Zhirou glared ferociously, her seductive gaze now twisted and grotesque. She jabbed her finger straight at Yan Chenxi.
"Can you honestly say that brat isn't your son? That he isn't some illegitimate child you had five years ago when you messed around with a random man...?"
"Shut up!"
"..."
Mo Chuxi cut her off coldly, his icy tone frightening Yan Zhirou into immediate silence.
