"Mr. Mu, are you interested in me because I look very much like someone?"
Yan Xinxin said bluntly.
Mu Jingheng appeared slightly surprised upon hearing her words.
Yan Xinxin's frankness and composure caught him off guard.
"I'm 23 years old this year."
She answered.
As soon as she stated her age, she noticed Mu Jingheng and Ning Zitong pause noticeably.
"As for my family…"
Yan Xinxin hesitated briefly.
"I have a father who loves me dearly."
Upon hearing this sentence, Mu Jingheng seemed momentarily lost.
"Ah! The little fox is here again!"
Mu Shaoqian's irritating voice traveled down from the staircase.
Yan Xinxin lifted her gaze and gave him a cold, indifferent look, her lips parting slightly.
"Turns out spoiled rich brats not only lack substance, but also don't know how to talk like humans."
"…"
Mu Shaoqian's relaxed expression turned to anger in an instant.
"Yan Xinxin, what did you just say?!"
"Shaoqian!"
Mu Jingheng expressed dissatisfaction.
