The questioning words carried a slight tremble, clearly entering Mu Qianshui's ears.
She was startled again, her eyes widening, but she cautiously hid behind the wall to continue eavesdropping.
"Ah Tong, don't get too agitated. Remember, you can't handle too much stress."
Mu Jingheng's gentle voice of persuasion followed.
"So many years have passed. My condition has long since stabilized. But that Yan Xinxin…"
Ning Zitong paused mid-sentence, her expression flustered, then shook her head.
"How could there be? How could there be so many coincidences?"
"Ah Tong, are you implying that you also think that Lady Yan might very possibly be our long-lost precious daughter, Little Qianyuan?"
"No!"
Ning Zitong screamed in panic, completely unable to accept this conclusion.
No—
Upon hearing Mu Jingheng's words, Mu Qianshui echoed a resounding rejection in her heart.
No!
How could such a thing be possible!
Yan Xinxin could be Mu Qianyuan, who had died so many years ago?
