Mu Xiaojiu finally noticed something was wrong with her.
Closing his notebook, he reached out and pulled her over to sit on his lap.
His large hand brushed her face, fingertips lingering near her lips, "It's so late, what do you want from me?"
Baili Xia, however, was paying attention to his expression.
But he was just as usual, with no expression on his face at all.
"I... want to talk to you about Zimo."
"The three-day deadline is up. Tomorrow, I will tell Lingchuan about it." He remained expressionless.
However, there was a trace of unnoticed amusement in his eyes.
The gloomy mood of the past three days had actually lightened considerably because she took the initiative to find him.
Perhaps it should not be called relief, but rather, a bit of comfort.
No matter how stormy it got outside, as long as she was by his side, his mood would always improve.
Mu Xiaojiu was in a cheerful mood, but Baili Xia was so frightened by his words that her breath became erratic.
