Looking at the wine glass that Mu Qianshui handed over, Yan Xinxin glanced at it indifferently.
"Lady Yan, what's wrong? Are you unwilling to have a drink with me?"
"It's not that I don't want to drink, it's just... I'm not sure whether accepting Lady Mu's kindness will lead to trouble again, like being locked up in that apartment all afternoon."
Mu Qianshui froze slightly at her words, "Lady Yan, what do you mean by that?"
"If Lady Mu doesn't understand, you can ask your assistant, Mira."
Yan Xinxin smiled faintly, the subtle depth of her smile was unmistakable to Mu Qianshui.
"Xinxin."
Mo Chuxi's intimate and tender voice floated over.
Yan Xinxin and Mu Qianshui both raised their eyes at the sound, and saw the man approaching gracefully, wearing a white shirt, his handsome face cool and aloof.
Mo Chuxi's tall and lean frame stopped beside Yan Xinxin, his sharp icy gaze piercing toward Mu Qianshui. "Lady Mu has excellent taste, choosing such a fitting evening gown."
