Yuan?
Are you calling me?
Yan Xinxin paused in surprise, watching the middle-aged man quickly put down the watering hose and briskly walk toward her.
This man looked to be around forty, with an air of charisma and handsome features.
His brows and eyes—she was seeing them for the first time, yet somehow, they felt inexplicably familiar.
"Yuan? How could it be… how could it be…"
Mu Jingheng gazed at Yan Xinxin, his sharp black eyes filled with disbelief.
He carefully examined Yan Xinxin's face, and his expression grew increasingly strange.
"That's impossible..."
"Uncle Heng."
The innocent voice of little Chenxi broke the silence again.
Only then did Mu Jingheng snap back to reality.
"Hello, may I ask… are you Mr. Mu?"
Yan Xinxin asked.
Though it was her first time meeting this man, her strong intuition told her he was undoubtedly the master of this house.
Mu Jingheng nodded gently, his gaze lingering on Yan Xinxin's face the entire time.
"And you are...?"
