Uncertain of how to respond, Baili Xia's eyes flickered.
She bowed her head to pick up a piece of pastry, offering it to Mu Xiaojiu's lips.
"Uncle, why did you suddenly ask me to come over and study? Are you really going to supervise my homework?"
"Hmm," Mu Xiaojiu responded lightly.
He wasn't oblivious to her attempt to move the conversation away, but he was equally interested in the topic she raised, so he chose not to challenge it.
Once she had finished serving him his food, he pressed an intercom button.
The staff arrived promptly to tidy up.
He stood up, walked to the drinks cabinet, and poured himself another drink.
"Uncle, I don't drink. I have school tomorrow."
Baili Xia, fearing he would insist, quickly rose, staring at his tall figure, refusing.
Mu Xiaojiu, holding his drink, slightly paused and turned to look at her nonchalantly.
Such a glance, half-profiled and shadowed...
He leaned against the table, his gaze lazy, the man himself seemed completely at ease.
