Baili Xia had no idea why Uncle was so busy, nor what he was busy with. Right now, all she wanted was to return to their room with him.
She wanted to draw him a big, warm bath so he could soak in a hot bath and relax.
Afterwards, she would have him sleep with his head on her lap, and she would massage his head as he slept peacefully.
She really wanted to take good care of him...
"What is it? Is there something on my face?" Mu Xiaojiu suddenly put down his cup and glanced at Baili Xia indifferently.
That glance was indeed lacking in warmth.
However, Baili Xia had gotten completely used to their way of interacting.
Uncle was like that, extremely warm when it was just the two of them, almost to the point of igniting a blaze.
But in public, sometimes he really could be so cold that it was frightening.
Right now, he was cold, devoid of warmth, and so stern that there wasn't a trace of emotion.
