"I didn't even blame him, so why are you so worked up?" Baili Xia shot him a glance.
The master, like Brother, is deeply loyal to Uncle. That kind of loyalty sometimes feels like it can sting others' eyes.
Even though she has a good relationship with them, their hearts are always inclined toward Uncle.
She doesn't want to fight with that man anymore.
Out of sight, out of mind. He's gone, and if she doesn't think of him, all will be well.
"I'm just telling you the truth. I don't want you to add unnecessary misunderstandings."
Nangong Xu sat down and casually poured himself a cup of tea.
Baili Xia looked at the teapot he placed on the coffee table and raised her eyebrows. "Master, you have so many old-fashioned habits. Anyone who doesn't know might think you're from ancient times."
"My father always lived like this. When you arrive in Bei Miao, you'll see that their habits are even more traditional and ancient than mine."
