Seeing Baili Xia looking as if she might fall over, Mu Xiaojiu immediately reached out his hand.
However, when his hand was halfway there, he abruptly pulled it back.
The girl had already steadied herself.
Unconsciously, half an hour had passed.
Baili Xia wiped her forehead, discovering that a fine layer of sweat had formed.
She glanced at Mu Xiaojiu, who still said nothing, his gaze fixed on the computer screen.
She let out a sigh of relief. At least, the wound shouldn't pose a big problem now.
If she made him take medicine, he'd probably throw a fit, unwilling to take it.
But she had ways to make sure he took the medicine.
There was no need to stay, Baili Xia said flatly, "Uncle, it's done."
She looked at him once more, picked up the medical kit, and prepared to leave.
"Have you really decided to marry Xiaoyao like this?"
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from behind.
