"Bang," a long piece of wood fell at Yan Xinxin's feet, and a construction worker ran out of the exhibition hall immediately to apologize.
Yan Xinxin looked at her feet in surprise, only then realizing what had happened.
She raised her head, looked at the person in front of her, and had two words swirling in her throat, but ultimately she didn't call them out.
"Thank you, Mr. Mu."
She called out once, yet felt a slight stab of pain in her heart.
Mu Jingheng also felt a pang in his heart.
"Yuan, call me Dad."
Mu Jingheng looked at her, a hint of plea in his eyes, along with the loving gaze of a father looking at his daughter.
Yan Xinxin felt a warmth in her heart, but still smiled faintly and shook her head.
"Mr. Mu, don't let me make your family unhappy; I think it's really a mistake. I am not your daughter Mu Qianyuan, I just... happen to look somewhat similar to her."
"No, a father can feel it; you are my Yuan!"
