Yan Xinxin said those words and turned to go downstairs without looking back.
"Lady Yan! Lady Yan…"
Mu Jingheng tried to stop her, but Yan Xinxin's brisk steps had already taken her downstairs.
Ning Zitong somehow collapsed into the chair after hearing Yan Xinxin's words.
Mu Jingheng turned around and looked at Ning Zitong, who seemed entirely lost, her tearful eyes misted over. His thick brows furrowed deeply.
"Ah Tong, what's wrong with you? Why did you talk like that to Lady Yan? If she really wanted revenge, do you think Shaoqian would still be doing well right now?"
Mu Jingheng sighed.
"With Chuxi's methods, with just one word from her, our son would have been ruined ages ago!"
Mu Jingheng's remark hit Ning Zitong like a bolt of realization, leaving her tear-filled eyes stunned.
Seeing her like this, Mu Jingheng felt a pang of discomfort in his heart as well.
