While Qin Yan was entertaining these guests, Mu Lianmiao and Musheng were nowhere to be seen for quite some time.
Today, she was dressed in an elegant and generous sky-blue embroidered cheongsam, which reflected a sense of divinity and overwhelming charm.
She had already made a round of conversation with the ladies present, yet her son had still not arrived, which naturally made her somewhat puzzled, as Mu Lianmiao was always someone punctual.
Not far away, Mu Youzhao was greeting the male guests; the patriarch had yet to appear, while Mu Ming and his mother were also mingling with the crowd to entertain the guests.
At that moment, Qin Yan saw the old butler walking over with a tense face, saying something to Mu Youzhao. Although Mu Youzhao's expression still carried a calm and gentle smile, the slight constriction of his pupils did not escape Qin Yan's notice.
She knew her husband well; that look on his face meant something was definitely wrong!
