"I believe." Mu Xiaoyao answered without hesitation.
"If Uncle thinks I'm not strong enough, not able to carry everything you're carrying, then I'll try harder."
Picking up his wine glass, he stared at Mu Xiaojiu's resolute face.
"I will try harder, until Uncle believes in my ability."
"It's not that I don't believe you, but, the timing isn't right."
Mu Xiaojiu glanced at him, and for the first time that evening, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
Mu Xiaoyao wanted to say more, but seeing that Uncle didn't want to talk anymore, he quieted down.
Tonight, he really lost his cool.
No, he had been on edge all day.
Ever since he found out about the relationship between Baili Xia and his Uncle, he hadn't been himself.
Now that things had calmed down, he realized it was really just fear.
He was scared that Uncle would stop believing in him, really scared...
The night was still long...