The door was knocked again, and Jing Sitian shivered for a moment. She really had developed a psychological shadow about knocking sounds.
While Jing Sitian hesitated, Baili Mu directly reached out and opened the door.
Standing outside was still Mr. Jing.
He was unwilling to leave just like that. He still wanted to get some money from Jing Sitian; he had been chased by creditors recently, hiding and not daring to return home for days.
"Sitian…" Mr. Jing was just about to speak again, intending to coax Jing Sitian for money, but suddenly seeing Baili Mu, he froze instantly, his eyes widened, his mouth gaped, shocked as if his soul were about to escape.
Baili Mu calmly looked back at him, his gaze gentle, with nothing more than serenity.
He had never seen Jing Sitian's father. Had he not just heard his voice, he wouldn't have believed that the beautiful Jing Sitian would have such a disheveled father.
