Outside the small alley, a luxurious yet low-key car was parked.
The elderly man in his seventies with silver hair couldn't wait for Ye Ying and Baili Xia to come out and had already gotten out of the car.
Under the escort of two bodyguards, he was hurrying into the alley.
Seeing Ye Ying carrying Baili Xia out, and noticing the bloodstain on her clothes, the old man became frantic and quickened his pace.
"What happened? Is Xiaxia hurt? How serious is it?"
Ye Ying approached the old man, and respectfully called out, "Sir Mu."
Baili Xia looked at the old man in front of her. His face was full of anxiety, his gaze kept reviewing her body. It was obvious that he was genuinely concerned about her.
Yet, she had no memory of him.
Seeing the question in her eyes, Sir Mu, despite his anxiety, met her gaze. His voice trembling with an excitement he usually didn't show: "Xia...Xia, you are Baili Xia...aren't you?"