Seeing Yan Xinxin's eyes welling up, Mo Qingning felt something was off about Mo Chuxi while also feeling curious.
What kind of girl could make her big brother still carry around her photo?
She was angry but also curious as she leaned over to look at the opened wallet.
There was a small, yellowed, old photo tucked in the wallet's compartment. She saw Yan Xinxin reach for it, and soon that familiar smiling face caught Mo Qingning's eyes.
"This little girl…"
Mo Qingning furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
Yan Xinxin looked at the photo, lightly biting her lip, tears brimming in her eyes.
Mo Chuxi, holding his son, sat beside Yan Xinxin and reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulders.
"Baby, how about it, does she look familiar? Do you know this girl, hmm?"
"..."
Yan Xinxin lifted her teary eyes, puffed out her cheeks, and glared at the teasing man.
"In the future, you're not allowed to joke like this!"
