Hiss...
Upon hearing Ning Zitong's words, Yan Xinxin felt a sharp, piercing pain in her chest.
This pain was indescribable, yet it seemed to flow with her blood, spreading throughout her entire body...
"Ah Tong, what do you mean by that? You've already seen the results?"
Mu Jingheng pressed on, his face tense.
He looked as if he hadn't slept through the night again, appearing even more haggard than two days ago.
"Do we even need to look at them?"
Mu Shaoqian answered in place of Ning Zitong.
"Dad, you've really become obsessed!"
He said, glancing at Yan Xinxin with a mocking expression.
"Oh, the Young Madame Mo isn't acting today? Why aren't you calling us Dad, Mom, or Brother?"
"..."
Seeing Mu Shaoqian's teasing demeanor, Yan Xinxin's lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing.
Saying anything was useless.
