"What, throwing a tantrum in front of me?"
Baili Xia's expression changed slightly, and Mu Xiaojiu noticed it.
He sauntered over and sat down on the exquisite wicker chair, crossing his long legs.
As he leaned back in the chair, looking at her, his languid pose was enough to drive many girls crazy.
Unfortunately, the only female present was Baili Xia. No matter how handsome Uncle was, he couldn't make her go crazy for him.
She knew better than anyone else that Uncle had a wicked heart.
"I didn't," she mumbled, lowering her head.
Mu Xiaojiu pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one with a flick.
He took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled, his gaze lingering on her unadorned yet exquisite face through the smoky haze.
He drawled, "So it seems, you've already chosen Lingchuan without hesitation."
"Huh?" Baili Xia looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion. What did Uncle mean?
