Before leaving, Ye Hua didn't forget to tell Baili Xia, "Miss Xiaxia, your belongings are still being packed up at the Mu family's home. They will be sent here later."
"What does Uncle mean?" Baili Xia stared at his chest, feeling increasingly stifled. "By having me stay here, is this like being under house arrest?"
She had figured it out; Uncle intended for her to come here, and he didn't plan to let her leave any time soon.
Yet, as she looked anxiously at Ye Hua, she said, "I still need to attend classes."
"Mr. Xiaojiu has already asked for leave on your behalf from the school. A private tutor will come here to teach you, so don't worry," Ye Hua reassured her.
"But..."
"Miss Xiaxia, I hope you understand that with Mr. Xiaojiu, there is no 'but.'"
Ye Hua gave her one more look and retreated, closing the door with an assertive click.
Staring at the firmly shut door, Baili Xia clenched her jaw until finally loosening her tightly clenched fists and sitting down on the bed.
