"How complicated can it be?"
Mo Chuxi parted his lips indifferently.
"It's nothing more than a child the Mu family adopted with some grand excuse five years ago."
"What?"
Yan Xinxin exclaimed in surprise.
"The Mu family? Which Mu family?"
Which Mu family?
Hearing this question, a faint, light smile played at the corners of Mo Chuxi's lips.
"The Mu family, one of the four great families of Ancheng."
"...One of the four great families? Isn't that Mu Qianshui's family..."
"Mmhmm."
"..."
Hearing Mo Chuxi's confirmed response, Yan Xinxin's jaw dropped in astonishment.
So little Chenxi was actually the adopted child of the Mu family?
Then, what was the relationship between little Chenxi and Mu Qianshui? Sisters?
Suddenly having to process such a complicated web of relationships, Yan Xinxin was quite taken aback. But thinking about how little Chenxi was an adopted child tugged at her heartstrings with a slight ache.
