Just now, she clearly saw Uncle smiling, and even as he walked with Baili Xia, it seemed so natural.
Tang Shanshan thought she could also please him, just like Baili Xia.
Uncle walked beside her, while Tang Shanshan kept biting her lip, looking worried, yet obedient.
Though she was the hostess of the party and the heiress of a wealthy family, she appeared as humble as a maid in front of Uncle.
Seeing her pitiful state, what man wouldn't feel compassionate?
But how could Uncle be like those ordinary men?
Uncle's heart is cold. Even if Tang Shanshan looked pitiful, he would not soften his heart.
Baili Xia was muttering to herself, and of course, she knew very well that Uncle was as emotionless to Tang Shanshan as he was to her.
Tang Shanshan chose a cabin for Mu Xiaojiu, the interior of which was delicately and lavishly decorated.
She opened the door for him and personally escorted him in.
