Upon hearing these words, certain thoughts emerged in Yan Zhirou's mind.
Seeing Ning Zitong's composed yet subtly anxious expression, Yan Zhirou quickly calculated in her head.
"May I ask why Mrs. Mu needs something Yan Xinxin used before?"
"That is none of your concern."
Mu Shaoqian interrupted coldly.
"All you need to do is answer my mother's question."
"Oh, I see..."
Yan Zhirou furrowed her brows as though puzzled, putting on a face of pure innocence, and casually pointed to a certain bedroom.
"That room is it."
She said, blinking her eyes.
Ning Zitong and Mu Shaoqian simultaneously looked up towards the room she indicated.
"Shaoqian, go in and take a look."
"Alright."
Mu Shaoqian obediently turned around.
Ning Zitong glanced around her surroundings and scrutinized Yan Zhirou's attire.
"Lady Yan, your recent life seems quite comfortable?"
Ning Zitong implied something deeper.
