Someone retorted, "The Mu family has publicly severed ties with her a long time ago, so what kind of second lady is she?"
"But wasn't she sentenced to jail? Why is she here?"
"Why is she so ugly now? Her skin is so wrinkled, she feels ten years older..."
"..."
Mu Zhining felt the eyes of the crowd and was so helpless that her whole body trembled.
She looked around everyone, trying to find the most familiar figure among them.
"Ayu! I want Ayu! My Ayu..."
Outside the crowd, Lin Huaichu's eyes flickered and he looked in that direction with curiosity.
"Cousin, it's so lively over there, let's go and take a look."
Without waiting for Feng Yunian to agree, she walked over, pushed aside the crowd, and kindly left a seat for Feng Yunian.
"Ah, cousin, isn't this Miss Mu?"
Hearing this name, Feng Yunian frowned, and his face felt cold.
His dark eyes were half-closed, and he walked over with a deep look.
When Mu Zhining saw him, she was extremely excited, "Wow, wow, Ayu! I finally see you. You don't even know how hard my life has been. In order to see you, I suffer every day."
What kind of torture..."
Her voice was a little hoarse and she cried very sadly.
But that face was covered with bruises and scars, and the eyes were covered with red threads and looked hideous. Although it looked pitiful, it was also terrifying.
While sobbing, she moved excitedly to Feng Yunian's feet, reaching out to grab his suit trouser legs.
Feng Yunian's face changed slightly, and he took a big step back almost subconsciously.
Zhuo Xinghuo, who was sipping red wine in the main banquet hall, vaguely heard the movement in the back hall and pulled Shengge over to join in the fun.
As soon as he arrived, he saw Mu Zhining perseveringly crawling towards Feng Yunian's feet.
Feng Yunian's face was ugly, and he kept backing up as if he were avoiding the god of plague. His back happened to bump into Shengge who was walking towards him.
Shengge quickly held his waist with quick eyes and hands, twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, and sneered, "Porcelain?"
Feng Yunian didn't feel embarrassed, his face turned a little pale, he bent down and rubbed his legs.
"Shengge, my knee hurts... I want to go back to the villa."
He frowned tightly, and when he turned to look at her, he quickly suppressed the anger at the end of his eyes and put on an aggrieved face.
Shengge didn't bother to expose him and glanced casually at Mu Zhining who was stunned by his words.
Lips curled playfully.
"How about that? This is your private matter, handle it yourself."
After she finished speaking, she used her hand to support his lower back and pushed him towards Mu Zhining.
Then he folded his hands and watched the show, with a careless coldness in his eyes.
The person I had been looking for for so long appeared out of thin air at the Garden Hotel's charity gala.
If someone is willing to act in this scene, she is also willing to watch it.
Mu Zhining, who was on the ground, stretched out her hand towards Feng Yunian with a pitiful expression, "Ah Yu..."
Feng Yunian steadied his feet in time. When he looked down at her, there was only indifference and coldness in his dark eyes, and he scolded in a low voice, "It's right there, don't come close."
Mu Zhining was stung by his cold eyes and began to cry regardless of her image.