Baili Xia also came to her senses, realizing she had asked a question he couldn't answer.
Eager to lighten the mood, she forced a smile and said to him, "Just kidding, hurry up and eat."
"I won't let him hurt you." As she looked down in that moment, Mu Xiaoyao suddenly dropped this remark.
Baili Xia's heart skipped a beat. When she lifted her eyes to look at him, he had already bowed his head and started eating earnestly, as if the words he had just spoken didn't come from him at all.
But he had said them—he wouldn't let Uncle hurt her. Baili Xia had heard him clearly.
But why? Why was he being so nice to her?
"Eat up, the food is getting cold," Mu Xiaoyao casually reminded her.
Baili Xia withdrew her gaze, her heart in turmoil as she picked up the food and slowly began to eat.
The meal passed in silence.
After dinner, Baili Xia wiped her mouth with a napkin, intending to hand Mu Xiaoyao a clean one.
