Zimo immediately understood Baili Xia's thoughts.
She's not someone who can put on an act; at this moment, she can only hold Xiaoxiao's pale and weak hand in silence.
But, Zimo is exactly this kind of person.
Her silent demeanor is more persuasive than words; isn't this precisely a sign of sadness?
"So, you're saying there's really not much chance that Xiaoxiao will wake up?"
Ning Anran stared at Baili Xia for a while, then her gaze fell on Ye Hua.
No one responded to her, but Ning Anran wasn't so foolish as to easily believe Baili Xia's sudden change of tune just now.
The things these people said, if told to Uncle Three, might make him understand a bit more.
After all, Mu Xuri really is an old fox.
Ning Anran felt a flash of embarrassment on her face when no one acknowledged her.
After a while, she asked again, "Why is it that every time I come to visit Xiaoxiao recently, there are always a few brothers from Sihai Residence guarding here?"
