Mu Xiaoyao pursed his lips tightly, met Mu Xiaojiu's gaze, but couldn't say a word.
He was not good at lying, and the moment he did, Uncle would discern the truth immediately.
Yet, he had promised this girl not to mention this matter in front of Uncle, to let her speak for herself.
Although he now knew that this girl hadn't intended to be the first to tell Uncle to surprise him.
She had never planned to tell Uncle about it at all. What exactly was she up to?
Mu Xiaoyao's personality could sometimes be as stubborn as an ox, and sometimes, even Mu Xiaojiu couldn't easily sway him.
Seeing him like this, could Mu Xiaojiu not understand?
Xiaoyao had promised the little creature not to speak!
His lips turned into a thin, icy line.
This time he didn't speak, he placed Baili Xia on the bed, and his large hand on her shoulder easily subdued all her struggles.
His eyes were fixed on her face, but his words were directed at Nangong Xu.
