After saying this, Yan Xinxin turned around without hesitation. In just the brief moment of turning, the tears welling in her eyes, too heavy to bear, fell uncontrollably.
"Xinxin!"
Mo Chuxi hurriedly turned and chased after her.
"Lady Yan…"
Mu Jingheng attempted to stop her but knew it was futile.
His Yuan's heart was likely shattered.
"Why are you still calling out for that vixen? Do you want to provoke me into a heart attack too?"
Ning Zitong glared as she reprimanded him.
Mu Jingheng could only feel helpless.
"Ah Tong! What's wrong with you? Just because of a few words from Qianshui, you've hurt an innocent person like this. Can you truly live with yourself?"
"This has nothing to do with Qianshui!"
Ning Zitong retorted.
"That woman Yan Xinxin first took my Xixi away, then cohabited with Mo Chuxi while bringing Xixi along. In the end, not only did she snatch Chuxi and marry him, but she also claimed that Xixi was her and Chuxi's daughter born five years ago!"
