Wen Xin looked at her phone and uncertainly sent a message, "Does foster father intend to come to Beijing?"
After sending the message, Wen Xin nervously clutched her phone, waiting for a reply from the other side.
The phone remained silent for a long time without any activity, but she still anxiously watched her phone, somewhat unable to set her mind at ease.
Mu Chengxi saw Wen Xin's expression, stood up from across her, and sat next to Wen Xin, holding her somewhat cold little hand in his palm.
"What's the matter? You seem so nervous; did something happen?"
This was the first time Mu Chengxi had seen Wen Xin so cautious and careful, probably because he was used to seeing her bold and domineering side. Seeing her like this, he couldn't help but feel a bit more heartache.
