The old man had sent someone to call Baili Xia down for breakfast earlier, only to have the servant report back that she wasn't in her room.
Seeing Ye Hua bring her back now, the people in the hallway all raised their eyebrows, a hint of something crossing their eyes.
Baili Xia had returned from Uncle's place, which meant she had spent last night with him.
Mu Lingchuan only lingered on her a bit longer than usual, then turned back to his morning paper without another word.
Mu Xiaoyao's gaze on her was distinctly gloomy.
Had she sought shelter at Uncle's place in fear?
Turned out, she wasn't fearless after all.
He snorted coldly, took a sip of the coffee handed to him by the servant, and stopped paying attention to her.
While Mu Ziying attended the same school as them, she and Mu Ziqing usually stayed with their father, Mr. Second, in a different courtyard.
Usually, Mu Xiaoyao wouldn't wait for her on his way to school.
