"Seems like you hold some kind of grudge against me." Mu Xiaojiu curled her thin lips while settling down at the corner seat.
"No." Baili Xia immediately denied.
Hold a grudge against him? No, even if she had the nerve, she wouldn't dare.
She wanted to sit to one side, peacefully eating her cake when she was suddenly pulled back by Mu Xiaojiu after taking only half a step.
"Sit beside me." He said indifferently.
As always, his words construed no room for doubt despite their nonchalance.
Baili Xia bit her lip, sat down next to him again, feeling especially stiff all over.
The small sofa was not tiny at all, but he sat comfortably in the middle, while she shrunk next to him like a small animal, looking pathetically pitiful.
Yet, this pathetic sight was envied by countless others.
Baili Xia felt pitiful herself, nestled alongside Mu Xiaojiu. From others' perspectives, she was blissfully insulated with Uncle. They had no idea how lucky they thought she was.