So fond of watching...
These words from Uncle were directed at him. He had known all along that he was standing outside.
To be called out like this, even Mu Xiaoyao felt a bit embarrassed.
"No, no need." He quickly responded.
He raised his hand to gently wipe his forehead. With just one sentence from Uncle, a thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
Baili Xia knew what the two were talking about, and her face had already turned crimson.
The atmosphere was unbearably awkward.
Fortunately, Mu Xiaojiu didn't linger and had already stepped out of the room with large strides.
Baili Xia stole a glance at Mu Xiaoyao. Seeing him compose himself, she followed suit.
It was only then that she let out a sigh of relief and quickly caught up with them.
Before she reached downstairs, Baili Xia saw quite a few people standing in the middle of the hall from the staircase.
Long Ting stood at the forefront, his expression solemn, like a statue.
