475 Is my house on fire?_1

In the taxi.

Xia Baiyu noticed that the driver kept looking at her through the rearview mirror. At first, she thought he was just another pervert drawn to her young and beautiful body.

But she quickly realized that wasn't the case. The driver's gaze wasn't the lecherous look of a dirty old man ogling a pretty girl, but one filled with confusion and pity.

"Mr., you're sneaking glances at me, aren't you?"

Xia Baiyu caught the eyes in the rearview mirror and deliberately questioned with an assertive tone.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, I understand, Mr.," Xia Baiyu said, with a magnanimous tone as if she 'got it', her hands gently resting on her pale knees, "Who can resist when one is born this beautiful."

The uncle in the rearview mirror gave a wry smile.

"Miss, you really got it wrong. That's not what I meant."

"Oh, really?" Xia Baiyu pressed down on her skirt, covering her fair thighs, looking utterly unconvinced.