Everyone simultaneously lifted their gaze towards the entrance.
Mo Chuxi sat in the second-floor private booth, his elongated, sharp eyes watching the door with a trace of anticipation, but soon, he withdrew his gaze in disappointment.
He had thought it was Yan Xinxin who had arrived.
But instead, the person who stepped in was none other than the once-famous, now-fading Mu Qianshui.
Mu Qianshui wore a light blue evening gown, her figure and beauty naturally making her a striking presence in everyone's eyes.
With crimson lips curved into a smile, she clung to Mu Shaoqian's arm, her flirtatious gaze carrying a hint of coyness as they approached the crowd.
In the eyes of outsiders, Mu Qianshui was always poised, gentle, and the epitome of a noble and elegant young lady.
But deep down, Mu Qianshui loathed her own origins with every fiber of her being!
Unlike the socialites effortlessly mingling in this hall, she was merely an abandoned child, discarded by her biological parents!
