She called him Uncle...
Mu Xiaojiu's large hand gripped tightly, his palm instantly filled with fine sweat.
Uncle... Did she remember him? Has his little Yaya finally remembered him?
Unexpectedly, just as Mu Xiaojiu was so excited he almost stood up, Baili Xia merely blinked.
A bit embarrassed, but still spoke up despite the awkwardness.
"Uncle... it's late, why don't you also rest early! Whatever you need to say to Brother, can it wait until tomorrow?"
Brother said he would sleep on the sofa, why does he have to sleep on the sofa? Are there no rooms outside?
She still couldn't remember, where exactly is this place?
The man she called Uncle was momentarily frozen there.
Expressionless, just nodded lightly, mechanically.
Only then did Baili Xia breathe a sigh of relief, uncover the quilt, and lie down directly.
Although Uncle was still here, since he promised to rest early, he should soon fall asleep too, right?
