Baili Xia didn't check Mu Xiaojiu's text messages.
Though she was curious about how he usually interacted with people, she ultimately held back.
Uncle's secrets are better left alone, bigshot affairs and all.
Someone like her, a small fry, who knows who said it, the more you know, the more dangerous it gets.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly, sticking out her pink tongue, and quickly opened the recording software, ignoring everything else...
...
A few minutes later, Baili Xia returned with Mu Xiaojiu's phone in hand.
Mu Xiaojiu had already spread out the sheets and blanket, laying them down amidst the sea of flowers.
He sat on top, with the mountain breeze tousling his short bangs, giving him an indescribable wild charm.
Baili Xia almost couldn't believe her eyes. This man... Damn, he's handsome!
"I powered on your phone." She bit her lip in annoyance but couldn't help complaining, "So many text messages!"
