章節 118: The Little Ancestor Sent by the Heavens to Torment Him

Mu Chengxi sat on the sofa and picked up the stack of prescriptions. He flipped through them casually. The handwriting on the notes was elegant, with a hint of dominance. It was very much Wen Xin's style.

"You're so sure of me? Aren't you afraid that I'll take your prescription and mass-produce it?" Chengxi put down the prescription and reached out to pull Wen Xin into his arms.

Ever since Wen Xin let him hug her, Mu Chengxi seemed to be addicted. Whenever he saw Wen Xin, he would want to pull her into his arms.

Wenxin looked at Muxingxi's arms around her waist, and without resisting, she went along, pressing against his abdomen.

"If you dare to use it, you can take it. My prescription is not something that ordinary people dare to use."

Wen Xin looked at Mu Chengxi and raised his eyebrows. He recalled that Wen Xin was previously regarded as a murderer who wanted to harm his grandmother because of her prescription.