Upon hearing Mu Jingheng's questioning words, Ning Zitong didn't dare to look into his eyes. She just fiddled with her fingers anxiously, heading towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
"I think, I think this is too hasty, too rushed..."
She tried to use these weak excuses to persuade Mu Jingheng.
"I want to hold a formal press conference another day, and then officially announce Yuan's identity, and formally let her become the eldest daughter of the Mu family."
"Hmph."
Mu Jingheng chuckled lightly at her words.
"So you think tonight isn't grand enough, not grand enough to legitimize that impostor, yet allowing our biological daughter to be called low and shabby in front of so many people! Ah Tong, doesn't your heart ache at all!"
"No, no! That's not what I meant!"
Ning Zitong quickly explained, her eyes reddening.
"Ah Jing, I didn't mean that, listen to me..."
