Mu Qianshui's message came unexpectedly.
Yan Xinxin, however, was genuinely joyful!
The receptionist, Niki, watched as Yan Xinxin approached the office door, then suddenly turned back.
Before she could call out, Yan Xinxin had already entered the elevator and hurriedly left.
About 20 minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the gate of a luxurious standalone villa.
Yan Xinxin stepped out of the car, lifted her gaze to the gate, and fixed her eyes on the house number.
The Mu family mansion.
The iron gate was wide open. Yan Xinxin stepped in with deliberate steps.
For some reason, with every step she took, it felt as if her thoughts were being tugged by something unseen.
The scenes, the architecture before her eyes, and the hydrangeas filling the flowerbeds all conjured up an indescribable illusion.
This was her first time visiting the Mu family, yet why did it feel like she had come here many times before?
