In the Sihai Residence, it wasn't Baili Xia's first visit, but it was her first time truly stepping into the main hall.
Of course, she didn't have many opportunities to stay in the hall and appreciate Uncle's interior design style.
Mu Xiaojiu took her directly upstairs, and the bedroom door was slammed shut, the sound of the closing door resonating with her pounding heartbeat.
"Uncle..." Baili Xia watched as Mu Xiaojiu moved to the side and took out a box of cigarettes. She nervously fiddled with her fingers, still feeling on edge.
On the way home, he hadn't spoken a single word, his face set in a grim expression all the while, silent.
The more silent he got, the more frantic she became.
Although they hadn't known each other for a long time, she hadn't seen him like this since the day he kicked down the door.
This time, it felt even more terrifying.
A bursting anger wasn't real anger. True anger was the explosion after being bottled up for a long time.