In Zhao Yan's impression, Mu Xianxian was an extremely kind, filial, and sweet-mouthed good girl.
Speaking of which, Zhao Yan was actually very fond of Mu Xianxian.
However, even if she liked Mu Xianxian, Mu Xianxian couldn't hold a candle to Jin, not even one ten-thousandth as much.
After all, Jin was her own flesh and blood daughter.
No matter how good someone else's daughter might be, she would always belong to someone else's family.
"How could I not!" Luo Yu sobbed, her voice choking up as she said, "If Xianxian didn't have ulterior motives for Zhixuan, why would she keep coming to our house every other day? And why is she so nice to you, offering unsolicited help? It's either treachery or theft. Besides, she has her own mother to honor, and though unrelated to you, she still affectionately calls you Aunt Yuan; isn't this an obvious case of 'the intent is clear for all to see'?"