Whether Mu Xiaojiu was truly mad or not, maybe he himself was the only one who knew.
Holding the little girl in his arms tighter, he quietly looked at Dongfang Qing.
"In your eyes she may be just a girl, but in mine, she is my precious darling."
The voice was not loud, but rather the most plain.
However, who could not hear the weight in his words?
Those two words, "precious darling", must have shocked many.
Even Baili Xia felt her heart flutter with his words.
Precious... darling, it was the first time that her uncle had given her such a high position in front of others!
He actually said that she was his precious darling.
Her heart trembled, and her little face grew hot.
Although the words of Mu Xiaojiu sounded so ambiguous, his expressions showed an unfathomable sadness and seriousness.
At this moment, no one could associate his words with ambiguity.
Precious darling, it could possibly mean that she was the junior whom he cherished the most.
