Speaking of Guisu, Baili Xia began to ponder seriously.
Even the hand that was resting wildly on her chest, she almost forgot about it.
"His, his right hand was badly injured, the tendons seem to be severed by someone."
"Do you know who did it?" the man behind her asked leisurely.
Baili Xia shook her head, "He didn't say, and he didn't seem to want to talk to me, but he looks really destitute now, kind of, kind of pitiful."
"Those who are pitiful must have something hateful about them. There's nothing worth sympathizing over," he snorted coldly.
Baili Xia bit her lower lip, actually, what Uncle said was not wrong.
Guisu's downfall had a lot to do with his own actions.
If he wasn't so head over heels for Lu Xuening, if he didn't allow a woman to cloud his judgment, how could he end up like this?
However, why was Uncle so indifferent to Guisu's situation?
It was as if he already knew everything and didn't care at all.
