Not enough? Is that his opinion of her?
Although Baili Xia was upset, she kept calm.
There was no need to explain anything to a person who didn't mean much to her.
"Regardless, I won't ask for your money, no matter how much you provide."
She shoved the check back into his hand, then turned swiftly, and hastily walked back towards the main house.
What was it that gave her such brazen confidence?
Watching her small figure receding, Mu Xiaoyao straightened up, a complex look appeared in his eyes.
On her small face, the blush that had been there all day was finally gone.
Was she really so brave to forget the pain when the wound healed?
No, this woman, she just wants more!
Half a second later, he averted his gaze, picked up his laptop, before shutting the trunk forcefully.
He sneered coldly, and headed towards the main house.
…
"Grandpa, I'm back."
Back in the hall, she sees Mu Zhentian chatting casually with Ziying on the sofa.
