Inside the Mu Clan's main residence, in Mu Xianling's private chamber, the atmosphere was restless.
Mu Xianling paced back and forth across the room, her brows knitted tightly together. Her steps were hurried, her fingers clenched and unclenched unconsciously. She looked as though she was waiting for someone, yet at the same time, was lost in tangled thoughts, unable to calm her heart.
Eventually, a middle-aged man entered the room.
The moment she saw him, Mu Xianling rushed forward, grabbing his arm anxiously. "Father, how was it? What did the Li Clan say?"
This man was none other than the Mu Clan patriarch and Mu Xianling's biological father.
Seeing his daughter's tense expression, he sighed deeply and shook his head. "Li Wei is far too popular now. Just today alone, there were eight groups that went to the Li residence to propose marriage. Even the Zhu Clan sent someone. But Patriarch Li didn't give anyone a definite answer."
