Ning Zitong stood up to leave, but Mu Jingheng grabbed her arm.
"Don't act on impulse. Sit down."
"This isn't impulse; I just don't want Qianshui to feel hurt."
She spoke, her brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
"Qianshui is right. Little Yuan has been gone for so many years, and I still think of her every day, but I've neglected Qianshui. That's unfair to her."
Ning Zitong said this sternly.
"And as for this Yan Xinxin, she has nothing to do with the Mu family. Ah Jing, I don't think you should keep being so concerned about her just because she bears some resemblance to Little Yuan."
"It's not wrong for parents to miss their own child."
Mu Jingheng extended his hand to hold hers, his gentle gaze fixing deeply on Ning Zitong.
"Besides, all these years, the care and love you've shown to Qianshui have more than made up for it, even though she isn't biologically ours…"
"Sir, Madam, Lady Yan has arrived."
