Seeing Yan Xinxin's graceful silhouette walking in from outside the door, Mo Chuxi was somewhat surprised.
"Why are you here?"
He parted his lips in confusion, his tone gentle enough to make Ning Zitong uncomfortable.
Yan Xinxin took a deep breath, forcing back the tears in her eyes with effort, then smiled and stepped toward Mo Chuxi.
"I heard Mrs. Mu is here, so I came specifically to offer my regards."
"Hmph, regards?"
Ning Zitong scoffed coldly, her gaze filled with resistance and disdain as she looked Yan Xinxin up and down thoroughly.
"Lady Yan truly is a substitute for our Yuan. If not for those eyes, that face being so strikingly similar to my Yuan, I doubt this young master Mo would even spare you a glance!"
Hearing the sarcasm in Ning Zitong's words, Yan Xinxin pressed her lips together lightly, meeting her gaze with a calm smile.
