Mu Xiaojiu forced a faint smile at the corners of his lips and gently said, "Okay."
The bitterness in his words, coming from his mouth, was unspeakably heart-wrenching.
"Then, I'm leaving. You should go to bed early."
After packing up, Baili Xia smiled lightly, took one last look at him, then turned to leave.
Mu Xiaojiu just watched her quietly, nodded, but had no intention of going to bed.
He remained on the sofa, picking up the documents in his hand and began to read them.
Although he felt uncomfortable inside, he still needed to finish his work first.
Baili Xia stared at him, stopped in her tracks, and came back.
"Uncle, why aren't you sleeping yet?" she asked softly.
"There are still some things to finish, I'll sleep afterward."
Mu Xiaojiu raised his head again to look at her, his gaze soft.
Baili Xia walked to his side, reached out, and unexpectedly snatched the documents from his hand.
