Mu Xiaojiu left with some moodiness.
Having wasted a whole day, he began to wonder, just what he had done all day long.
He was jittery, like a naive youngster.
Ignoring piles of official business, not even meeting Bei Tianyou, all just to keep company with this little creature.
But in the eyes of this little creature, only Dongfang Jin exists!
Flirting all night long, as if it were his funeral!
Seeing his cold back, Baili Xia could only say goodbye to everyone and immediately followed him.
She was already used to Uncle's capricious moods.
Even though he had spent the whole day playing with her, it was indeed beyond her expectations.
"Xiaxia, your bag." Ning Anran followed from behind, panting slightly.
Ahead, Mu Xiaojiu had already stopped, standing not too far from the car driven over by Ye Hua.
Baili Xia took her bag and turned back to look.
Dongfang Jin had also left, but in a different direction, with Lei Shuo driving the car to the other side.