Ning Zitong's face darkened when she heard this, her eyebrows knitted together.
"What are you mumbling about? Cursing me?"
"I'm cursing myself."
Yan Xinxin gave a self-deprecating laugh, then raised her round, crystal-clear cat-like eyes.
"Mrs. Mu, if you brought me into the car just to tell me these things, then please ask your driver to stop the car. My husband and my two children are still waiting for me to go home."
At the mention of her husband and children, Ning Zitong's expression turned even uglier.
"I'm not done yet."
"Then please, Mrs. Mu, say what you want to say. What exactly are we here to discuss?"
"Fine."
Ning Zitong stopped beating around the bush.
"You've already admitted earlier—you love money the most. I understand that, even though you're now the Mo family's young mistress, the Mo family's finances aren't under your control. If you want money, you must ask someone for it. How troublesome."
