Yan Xinxin's cheeks flushed as she glanced at the two little babies lying in the cradle, her pure cat-like eyes slowly spread a trace of a happy smile...
Detention ward.
Mu Qianshui seemed like a lifeless wreck, wearing a white hospital gown, with her right hand cuffed to the bed, staring blankly ahead.
"Squeak..."
The iron door of the detention ward slowly creaked open.
"Mu Qianshui, someone is here to see you."
The officer guarding the door announced.
Mu Qianshui's eyes blinked slightly, but she didn't lift them.
Just by the scent of this perfume, she knew who the visitor was.
"Sit down."
Mu Qianshui spoke, her tone calm and very composed.
"You've asked someone to call me to see you, what do you want?"
Mira walked in slowly, took off her mask, and waved her hand disdainfully, as if she detested this environment.
"Hmph."
Mu Qianshui let out a cold laugh and looked arrogantly at Mira.
