Mu Xianxian stepped inside, one deliberate step at a time.
Clearly, she was a frequent guest at the Chu Family; all the servants within the courtyard greeted her respectfully with a "Good day, Miss Mu."
Even from outside the courtyard, laughter could be heard emanating from inside the house.
It was a crisp sound, like that of silver bells, refreshing to the soul.
A venomous look flashed across Mu Xianxian's eyes. The little wretch sure had a knack for seducing men!
Laughing like that, the floozy!
Shameless!
But soon, Mu Xianxian regained her gentle and kind demeanor.
"Aunt Yuan, I'm here," Mu Xianxian said with a beaming smile as she walked into the hall, affectionately holding onto Zhao Yan's arm—a complete contrast from her ferocious expression just moments before.
