Mistress of the House

Mother Yan quickly pulled Mu Xiyan up and ran towards the stage.

"Um …" Mom, where are you going? " Mu Xiyan couldn't help but ask as she was being pulled.

"Of course I'm going to take you to do something big that I've been thinking about for a long time!"

Although her mother was already in her fifties, she took care of herself well. She did not look like the meticulous and serious lady at all. On the contrary, she was brimming with the vigor of a young person.

Soon after, Mother Yan took the microphone from the servant and patted it.

The sound from the speakers caused all the guests in the main hall to look towards the stage, and the voices also quieted down.

"Cough cough, first of all, I would like to thank all of you for coming today …" Madam Yan held the microphone in her hand, and her words carried a dignified and appropriate aura.

Soon after, Mother Yan hastily said a few more official words.