Ning Zitong froze upon hearing this.
She was afraid.
Afraid of hearing such words, even more afraid that it was true!
Ning Zitong immediately lowered her stance and reached for Mu Jingheng's hand.
"Ah Jing, I don't know when it started, but our family has been endlessly arguing about Yan Xinxin. In hindsight, it seems it all began when Yan Xinxin appeared, and Qianshui told me she took Xixi away."
"But now, Qianshui is dead, dead without a witness, so saying this doesn't help."
Ning Zitong gripped Mu Jingheng's hand tighter, trying to find a sliver of solace, even if it was self-deception!
"Ah Jing, don't let outsiders affect us anymore. Listen to me, don't bother with Yan Xinxin anymore. This is your home, Shaoqian and I are your family."
For a long time, Mu Jingheng hadn't heard Ning Zitong speak so calmly.
His heart had never been hard toward this woman.
At this moment, listening to her earnest words, Mu Jingheng felt conflicted.
