At the Xia Family's house, on the second-floor corridor, Xi Muchen watched Xia An'an dining at the table. He curled his lips into a smile and then turned to head back to Xia Wanwan's room.
The sportswear Cecile had sent over in the morning seemed to have found its use.
As Xi Muchen went downstairs, Xia An'an was still dining at the table.
"Good morning," the man's hoarse voice came from above, and Xia An'an lifted her eyes to see Xi Muchen dressed in a sportswear ensemble—a simple white T-shirt and light grey sweatpants that looked crisp and efficient, yet on him, they exuded a distinguished aura unique to Xi Muchen.
Setting aside his identity as the young master of the Xi Family, Xi Muchen himself was a man impossible to resist.
Thinking of the man's attitude last night, a faint smile appeared on Xia An'an's face, "Brother-in-law, you also have a habit of morning runs?"
Xi Muchen 'hmm'ed, his gaze casually sweeping over her breakfast with a playful look, "You too?"
