Hua Qingyi stared in surprise at Xiao Mu, who had been sitting quietly by the side, and forgot that he was still holding the sleeping Xiao Lin in his arms; he looked a bit foolish.
Xiao Mu smiled and waved him over, signaling him to sit beside him, noting that Xiao Zhenfeng was not in the room. "Isn't holding him heavy?"
"Ah, oh!" Hua Qingyi glanced around the room and placed Xiao Lin on a nearby armchair. "Is Uncle Xiao not here?"
"He has some matters to attend to. Are you in a hurry?" The smile appeared a bit unsettling, but this couldn't be blamed on Hua Qingyi; it seemed everyone who knew Xiao Mu had a common understanding that he resembled a leopard with half-closed eyes, lurking in the shadows ready to strike at any moment. Every move was so elegant and unapproachable, making it hard for anyone to fathom him, yet during a strike, he showed no mercy.
