Mu Xiaojiu coughed lightly and no longer looked at Nangong Xu, but he didn't know where to rest his gaze.
"Mr. Xiaojiu, did you need something from me?" Lying there while Mr. Xiaojiu stood, Nangong Xu always felt a bit uneasy.
Lying down was also uncomfortable.
Mu Xiaojiu coughed again, wanting to speak but not knowing how to start.
In the end, he merely mumbled a few words, "It's nothing."
"..." Baili Xia really wanted to slap him and send him flying.
Hadn't he already agreed just now? Was it that hard for him to say a few words?
"He actually wants to tell you something, he's just too embarrassed," she said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she looked at Nangong Xu, "I think he's feeling shy."
"Who's feeling shy?" Mu Xiaojiu immediately retorted.
Saying he felt shy, he didn't like it.
A big man like him, the formidable Mr. Xiaojiu, feeling shy? What a joke.
Nangong Xu glanced at him and then at Baili Xia, completely confused.
"He..."
