Uncle was clearly a sick man, but where could you see any trace of frailty in him?
Baili Xia even doubted whether Nangong Xu's claim that he couldn't do certain strenuous activities was true. She was certain that if he really wanted to, he could.
As she thought about this, her cheeks reddened a bit more and she began to grumble, voicing her complaints aloud.
"Uncle is always bullying me. I thought about you all night for nothing."
"Really? You thought about me all night? Tell me, how were you thinking of me?"
Mu Xiaojiu's mood immediately lifted.
Baili Xia also immediately realized that appeasing Uncle wasn't that difficult.
Just say some nice things, satisfy his machismo, and he wouldn't really make things difficult for her.
So, she quickly squeezed out a flattering smile, her eyes curving delightfully.
Holding his gaze, her voice had an indescribable gentleness.
"I wanted to see Uncle, to know when Uncle would recover."
