She decided to go and thank Uncle in person.
Baili Xia knew how difficult this would be.
She had been anxious ever since Uncle caught sight of her and Dongfang Ji together.
Now, her mood was somewhat lifted by encountering a particularly affectionate horse.
She looked up. At a distance, Mu Xiaojiu was seated in a vine chair, leisurely sipping tea.
All around him were countless women, all drooling over him.
But he completely ignored them, sitting alone, gazing at something obscure.
From this far away, she couldn't decipher the expression on his face.
But his careless, lazy posture was so captivating it was hard for women to look him in the eye.
If you looked too much, it was too easy to become infatuated.
Baili Xia averted her gaze, not wanting to look into those bewitching eyes any longer.
There were so many women who worshipped him; she decided it was better not to join the crowd.
This man was like toxic wine, once you had a taste, it was hard to give up.