The worst person in the world is Uncle…
As soon as Baili Xia finished saying this, Wu Ming suddenly shot to his feet and turned to leave.
Behind him, a palpable wave of displeasure remained.
Baili Xia froze for a moment, then immediately leapt up and tried to chase after him. But, within just a blink of an eye, that guy had disappeared.
She sighed softly and stood still, no longer pursuing him.
Yet another die-hard fan of Uncle!
That guy, Uncle, he's practically running a Cult. Why is everyone so loyal to him, so stubbornly fixated?
Forget it. Anyway, Wu Ming has a bad temper too—just as lousy as Uncle's.
But, at least he has one redeeming trait: he gets over his anger quickly, and once it passes, everything is fine again.
Standing there for a moment in the wind, she suddenly remembered that she was still wearing Wu Ming's jacket.
She didn't know when she'd see him again, or what to do with this jacket.
She would be leaving tomorrow...
