"I'm really worried, Uncle, you know, her injuries this time are severe!"
After all, Ning Anran was injured because of him, but Uncle seems to not care at all.
Could Uncle... be so ruthless?
"What are you thinking?" A low voice suddenly sounded from above her head.
He had put his notebook aside without her knowing when.
Baili Xia stiffened as she found herself lifted by him and thrown onto his lap.
She wanted to recline, afraid of pressing against something that she shouldn't.
However, his long arm fleetingly touched her lower back, forcing her to lean over him until she was sprawled on his body.
"Uncle..."
"Has he ever held you like this?"
His voice was so low, but Baili Xia could clearly detect an indistinct emotion that she didn't understand.
It seemed like anger and also helplessness, more like a choked stifled feeling that just couldn't be released.
At first, Baili Xia was slightly taken aback, but then she quickly realized what he was referring to.
