The commotion outside was clearly heard by Baili Xia.
However, she truly had no intention of listening, but she was left with no choice.
Unable to sleep no matter how she turned, she casually picked up a book and began flipping through it on the sofa.
She hadn't expected that Mu Xiaojiu would offend Mu Xuri for her sake.
If that was the case, why did he conspire with Mu Xuri to harm Grandpa in the first place?
He was blinded by hatred, but all that hatred was unfounded; his father wasn't killed by Grandpa at all!
Baili Xia's mind was in turmoil at this moment. No matter what Mu Xiaojiu did now, the harm to her grandpa had already been done.
Between them lay a chasm that couldn't be crossed.
After entering, Mu Xiaojiu walked straight to the sofa opposite Baili Xia and sat down.
He didn't disturb her, just sat there, quietly watching.
The girl opposite, her graceful face unadorned, just as it was, was what attracted him.
