Upon hearing her son refer to both herself and Mo Chuxi in such a way, Yan Xinxin's cheeks burned even hotter.
She suppressed her erratic breathing and heartbeat, stepped forward to her son, bent down, and looked him in the eye seriously.
"Xi, he isn't your dad. Stop calling him that, okay?"
Yan Chenxi frowned slightly, lifted his big, bright eyes, and looked at Mo Chuxi.
"Xi, what are you looking at? Did you hear what Xinxin just said? You can't keep…"
"Yan Xinxin."
Mo Chuxi interrupted her, his tone sounding indifferent and displeased.
"Do you think I'm not qualified to be Xi's father?"
"…That's not what I mean."
Yan Xinxin straightened up and turned her gaze, only to meet the man's deep and intense eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly avoided his gaze.
"Young Master Mo, your stature is out of my reach. I'm well aware of my position."
"It seems to me that you can't even spell the words 'well aware.'"
