Yan Xinxin's clear and sweet voice fell into her ears, and Lin Yuan'ai was momentarily dazed.
Previously, she had thought that when Yan Xinxin called her "Mom," it always sounded insincere and hollow, but now, hearing it again, Lin Yuan'ai felt a faint sweetness in her heart.
She glanced at Yan Xinxin.
"Come here."
Lin Yuan'ai gestured as she spoke.
Yan Xinxin hesitated for a few seconds where she stood, then stepped forward and followed her.
On the second floor, there was a sitting area, its decor just as elegant and lavish in a palace-like style.
Lin Yuan'ai sat down on the European-style sofa and pointed to the seat opposite her.
"Sit down."
So polite?
Yan Xinxin thought to herself, nodding slightly before sitting down across from Lin Yuan'ai.
She had never been alone with Lin Yuan'ai like this before and wasn't sure why she had been called over. Yan Xinxin felt rather uneasy.
"Are you wondering why I spoke up for you that day?"
