Hearing Yan Xinxin softly murmur such a word with her hazy and tender gaze, Mo Chuxi felt as if his heart was soaked in champagne for a fleeting moment. He wasn't drunk, but his heart was intoxicated.
By the time Yan Xinxin woke up, it was already the next day.
Looking at the clock, it was exactly ten.
"Oh no! How is it so late?!"
She hurriedly got out of bed to wash and freshen up. Just as she was about to head out of the room, she noticed a sticky note on the table.
Yan Xinxin picked it up and saw that it was a message from Mo Chuxi.
He had taken Xi to kindergarten.
The man hadn't woken her up to make breakfast, had even dropped off Xi at school, and thoughtfully left a note.
Yan Xinxin frowned slightly and pondered.
This Mo Chuxi—was he really the same distant, aloof President Mo she had known before?
Yan Xinxin tidied up her designs and résumé, taking a deep breath.
Tomorrow, she would submit her résumé to Di Jue and prepare for the interview.