As soon as Yan Xinxin stepped through the mansion's door, she heard a voice that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
Her steps momentarily paused, then she fearlessly strode forward with her long legs.
"Now that you're here today, don't even think about going back."
The woman's voice echoed again.
"The new and old grudges between us will, this time, be completely and utterly settled!"
As the words fell, Yan Xinxin's peripheral vision caught sight of the woman's graceful figure.
She turned to look and finally saw clearly the person descending from the spiral staircase.
It was Mu Qianshui.
She wore a striking red gown, her wavy long hair looking breezy.
Though her face had changed, her style remained the same. Yan Xinxin could recognize her at a glance.
"I've brought the item; where's my son?"
Yan Xinxin didn't waste any time and got straight to the point.
