After Old Mistress Yuan had wept for some time, her mood improved slightly and her tears gradually began to stop flowing under her relatives comforting.
Zhao Ruoxin, who was sitting by her side, also quietened down, her tender and amiable expression was really adorable.
Mu Chenyan was actually struggling a little, unsure of whether to go forward to comfort Grandmother like the rest.
She grappled with this question for a brief moment before soundly dismissing it.
In this household, the person who had the least right was her. Furthermore, others knew how to console, but she had no idea what to say.
Eventually, Old Mistress finally calmed down, but when she looked up and saw Mu Chenyan still standing on the same spot with an indifferent manner, she became angered.
"From now on, Ruoxin will be staying at my place, and all of you are to treat her the same as you would Qinger!"
Old Mistress suddenly ordered as she shot a glance at Mu Chenyan.
