When Baili Xia left the medical room, she felt an inexplicable heaviness in her heart.
Asking for Uncle's help… but suddenly, the feeling in her heart gave a violent start.
It seems like she hasn't had dinner with Uncle tonight.
Would that irritable little fellow be angry by now?
No matter how reluctant she was to face it, Baili Xia still crossed the hall and went upstairs.
She knocked twice on the door, yet there was no sound from inside.
She tried pushing the door and sure enough, it opened immediately.
Mu Xiaojiu wasn't in the room, but the room was filled with a faint smell of tobacco.
Closing the door, she took a few steps forward and immediately spotted traces of him.
Mu Xiaojiu stood on the balcony at that moment, a cigarette clutched between his fingertips.
Gazing at the moonlit sky, he drew leisurely from it.
She didn't know what he was thinking about, only that his figure gave off a chilling aura from the back.