Brother must have really, truly loved Uncle.
That kind of love, it held respect, adoration, and reliance.
Who would have thought that Brother, so proud and cold, could actually be so dependant on someone?
Uncle was the one who trained him, so how deep must their bond be?
However, these were not things Baili Xia should be pondering at the moment.
What was preoccupying her now was that their taxi had been forced to a stop on the road.
Around the vehicle, over a dozen burly men holding staffs had circled the taxi.
"L-lady, that, th-they are here for you guys, right?"
The taxi driver was near-terrified by the situation unfolding before his eyes.
He turned to look back at Baili Xia who was still in the back seat, then glanced at the handsome young man sleeping on her lap.
The driver looked distressed, "Lady, this car is something to which I owe my livelihood, it can't be smashed."
Baili Xia didn't know what to say, it really didn't have anything to do with him.
