Baili Xia was originally full of resentment, hating Uncle for demanding her while wanting other women.
But now, she didn't hate him, but had understood the reality.
In this situation, she was utterly powerless.
As long as she could cure Dongfang Jin, as long as she worked hard to earn money, returned it to Uncle, after clearing the agreement, she would have nothing more to do with him.
The girl's face, originally flushed red, was now veiled with a pale hue.
That touch of panic and bitterness, Mu Xiaojiu could not understand, nor did he know how to understand.
All he knew was that seeing her pale face inexplicably tightened his heart.
Something was stinging deep in his heart, painful and unpleasant.
He wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed his words.
Women, perhaps they are not to be spoiled. The more they are spoiled, the more unruly they become.
Especially since the man in her heart was someone else.
