The elderly lady instructed the driver to head to the Yan Family's previous villa. Upon hearing this, Xu Lijing shot Yan Yinuo a deep glance and tightly grasped her hand.
"It's not there, Ma'am. We… have moved to a new residence," Xu Lijing said, mustering her courage.
Her words elicited an expression of confusion from the elderly lady.
"Where did you move to? When? I don't recall you mentioning this."
Yan Yinuo's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smirk, a trace of mockery painted across her face.
"It's been a while now. Driver, please… take us to **XX Complex**," she instructed indifferently.
If Xu Lijing hadn't been holding her hand, no one would have guessed that Yan Yinuo, who seemed so composed, was trembling all over at that moment.
Noticing Xu Lijing's worried expression, Yan Yinuo chuckled lightly. She understood her mother's intentions—it was about time to lay everything bare with the elderly lady.
After all, sooner or later, things would inevitably turn ugly.
