She immediately turns her head, stealing a subconscious glance at the man behind the desk.
Mu Xiaojiu is still busy. She's not sure where he went today, but he appears to be sorting things out now.
Despite her rummaging, Uncle maintains his composure, showing no signs of annoyance.
Perhaps he's too engrossed in his work to notice.
Nonetheless, she hurriedly places the book down, slowly moving towards the floor-to-ceiling window on the side.
This is the eighty-eighth floor. Even before she reaches the window, Baili Xia pulls her steps back due to fear.
It's so high...really high. The vast expanse of the floor-to-ceiling window only amplifies her fear. The sight below would certainly frighten anyone with acrophobia.
Even though she doesn't suffer from acrophobia, looking down from such a height still made her feel uneasy.
Although she knows perfectly well that all materials and workmanship in Uncle's place are of the finest quality and sturdiness,
Imagination is a scary thing
