It was only with great difficulty that Baili Xia gathered the courage to look at Uncle.
The car was big, spacious, and long.
She remembered what he once told her: my car is big enough, you can do whatever you want in it...
The embarrassing recollections didn't make her blush, to the contrary, her face turned pale.
"Uncle," she slightly called out.
Mu Xiaojiu was still busy, with his laptop on his legs.
It was already after work, but he was still busy with tasks.
One could only imagine how busy he must be.
His phone was placed next to him in the car, just where his right hand wouldn't touch.
Obviously, he dropped it there after calling her earlier.
What was Uncle thinking now?
Such a calm face, such a serene aura.
In his eyes, all he reflected was the densely packed English characters on the screen.
Baili Xia really couldn't figure him out, she had no idea what he felt at the moment.