Su Xingyu followed Lu Shifeng inside and quietly and obediently called, "Old Madam."
At the head of the purple sandalwood bed, the old madam raised her eyes tremblingly, and seeing her, a glimmer of light reappeared in her originally dim eyes. She gazed greedily at Su Xingyu's face for a long while, murmuring softly, "So alike... so very alike..."
The aged voice echoed faintly in the air.
Su Xingyu, however, didn't understand what she meant and instinctively sneaked a glance at Lu Shifeng, hoping he'd give her a hint. But his gaze was calm and unruffled, clearly saying, "I don't know either."
It was the old man by the bed whose expression changed suddenly, and with eagle-like sharp eyes, he stared fixedly at Su Xingyu.
Su Xingyu was startled, instinctively wanting to retreat, but she controlled herself, straightening her back under his devouring gaze.
The old madam on the bed spoke weakly, "What... relationship do you have with Mu Liancheng?"
Mu Liancheng?
