When Mu Xiaojiu received the message from Ye Hua, Baili Xia had already gotten into Mu Lingchuan's car and left.
"It seems that the young master and Miss Xiaxia are getting along quite well."
Ye Hua quietly glanced at him, trying to discern some special emotions from the depths of his eyes.
If Baili Xia got close to Mu Lingchuan, would Mr. Xiaojiu be upset?
He had said that Baili Xia was just a plaything, so naturally he shouldn't care about her.
But judging from these past few days, Mr. Xiaojiu seemed to be taking a greater interest in Miss Xiaxia's affairs.
As for what Ye Hua said, Mu Xiaojiu didn't respond and continued reading his documents.
But Ye Hua was still not giving up, trying another probe: "I heard that when they left, there was a thunderstorm. Miss Xiaxia is afraid of lightning and kept hiding beside the young master."
"What are you trying to say?" Mu Xiaojiu frowned, looking at the man standing in front of him: "Since when did you become such a gossip?"
