Faced with Mu Jingheng's eyes that seemed to see through everything, Ning Zitong hurriedly averted her gaze and then walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, fidgeting with her fingers.
"What should I be telling you?"
"You know it in your heart."
"I don't understand."
Ning Zitong feigned ignorance, her heartbeat slightly speeding up.
Mu Jingheng looked at her back, at her fingers always tightly clenching due to nervousness from lying, and he softly withdrew his gaze.
"Our granddaughter hasn't been found yet, but there are clues. You don't need to worry."
Ning Zitong was startled at these words and immediately turned around, urgently walking to Mu Jingheng.
"What clues?"
Mu Jingheng looked at Ning Zitong's face full of worry and tension, and sighed lightly.
"Ah Tong, you have already admitted that Xinxin is Yuan."
"..."
Ning Zitong's face turned pale at his words, she retreated two steps, then pulled at the corner of her lips as if in mockery.
