Upon hearing this name from Yan Xinxin's lips, Mu Jingheng and Mo Chuxi, the father-in-law and son-in-law, looked at each other for several seconds. It was only then that they regained their composure and simultaneously turned their attention to Yan Xinxin's small face.
"Xinxin, why do you think so?"
Mu Jingheng asked.
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows, leaning back against the pillow.
"Back then, when I fell off the cliff and survived, Mu Qianshui also had a chance of survival. Moreover, her body was never found; she could very well be alive."
She speculated and analyzed, her beautiful brows slightly knitted.
"Not only did she survive, but she also returned with a new face, even getting her eyes retouched, which is why her eyes have changed. Because she is Mu Qianshui, she knows clearly about my childhood."
"That bitch…"
Mo Chuxi's thin lips moved slightly, deep eyes already surging with intense killing intent.
