Yan Xinxin looked at the couple in front of her—Ning Zitong's urgency in her eyes, and Mu Jingheng's anxiety on his face. Her hands, placed on her lap, clenched involuntarily.
In truth, she was already losing control of herself. She wanted to say… perhaps she was Mu Qianyuan...
"Lady Yan, please tell us quickly."
The man who was usually calm and composed was now full of urgent questioning.
Yan Xinxin tightened her fists and then slowly released them. She looked at the couple before her and faintly curved her soft pink lips into a slight smile.
"I wasn't at the scene, and I didn't see anything."
She casually smiled and denied it, not feeling the faint sting in her heart.
Mu Jingheng and Ning Zitong heard her answer, and the couple's hearts sank simultaneously. They exchanged a glance.
"Lady Yan, what is going on? But you told Shaoqian…"
