Mu Xiaojiu's large palm, placed on her, paused, his gaze fell on her petite head.
His feelings were a bit complex, but his face didn't show any sign of it.
"Uncle," said Baili Xia, looking at their shadows on the wall. "Can I ask? Why did you approach me...What's your motive?"
"Why ask if you already know you can't?"
Mu Xiaojiu merely paused briefly, then continued washing her body.
Baili Xia knew better than to question the actions of these influential figures.
Yet this matter was clearly related to her. What was the Uncle planning to use her for?
"Sometimes, knowing too much isn't a good thing. Better to be ignorant."
What Mu Xiaojiu said was somewhat vague, as if he was hiding something.
But he didn't want anyone to know.
Still leaning against the wall, Baili Xia grew more curious the less willing he was to talk.
But in truth, she really didn't know Uncle very well.
