Seeing her hand about to touch Yan Xinxin's pure, gentle face, Ning Zitong felt a surge of excitement.
However, in the next moment, Yan Xinxin sneered lightly and turned away to avoid it.
"Mrs. Mu, you should pose this question to your daughter, Mu Qianyuan, not me."
Yan Xinxin smiled, a hint of sarcasm flickering in her bright, starry eyes.
"I don't have a mother like Mrs. Mu, a wealthy, noble lady. I'm no longer the Mu family's heiress I once believed myself to be. I cannot answer your question."
She turned around as she spoke.
"Mrs. Mu, don't cry for too long. It's bad for your health. I think your daughter Mu Qianyuan would be heartbroken to see it."
"Really?"
Ning Zitong, upon hearing this, looked excitedly at Yan Xinxin's back.
"Would my little Yuan really be heartbroken?"
Yan Xinxin turned her head slightly, giving Ning Zitong a cold, indifferent side glance. The smile on her lips was full of mockery.
