Yan Xinxin felt for the first time like she had a guilty conscience, as if she was doing something wrong.
She tucked away Ning Zitong's strand of hair and then turned around.
"Mr. Mu, hello."
She parted her lips in greeting.
Mu Jingheng gave a friendly, slight smile and quickly noticed the wedding invitation placed on the coffee table.
He walked over, picked it up, and took a look.
"Congratulations, Lady Yan."
"Thank you."
Yan Xinxin expressed her gratitude, her clear, bright, and enchanting eyes fixed unblinking on the imposing man in front of her.
"Mr. Mu, will you and Mrs. Mu be attending my wedding?"
"Of course we will."
Mu Jingheng replied without hesitation.
"The Mu family and the Mo family have been close for years. Since Chuxi is getting married, we will naturally attend."
Hearing his response, Yan Xinxin nodded quietly.
It didn't matter.
No matter the reason for attending the wedding, as long as they came, she felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
