"What the hell!"
Mo Chuxi's words were like a bolt of lightning striking everyone's face!
Yan Xinxin's hairband had been left at Mo Chuxi's house—what did that mean? What could that possibly imply?
Even though everyone seemed to have some *idea* in their hearts, no one dared to jump to conclusions. Luo Yiyi and her entourage were even less willing to entertain such thoughts!
Yan Xinxin, on the other hand, stood frozen by the wall as if someone had tapped her acupressure points. Her dazed and beautiful eyes stared blankly at the man before her, utterly stunned.
The man's alluring, glimmering eyes sent her heart racing like a drum.
"Yan Xinxin, your hairband."
Mo Chuxi reminded her as he held out the hairband in his hand, his voice gentle as a spring breeze—completely contrasting with the tone he'd used to address Luo Yiyi moments ago.
"T-thank you…"
