That night, Wu Ming indeed did not come.
Previously, in order to get her to "shoo" Guisu out of her room, he had quarreled with her for a long time.
Now that Guisu had finally been asked to leave, this guy was sulking again.
It wasn't that she couldn't bear it, it's just that without Wu Ming coming, why did it feel... like she couldn't see Uncle?
Where did that guy spend the night? Could it be he went to play chess with Bei Fengjin until dawn again?
He didn't even think to let Mr. Fengjin rest for a bit.
He's almost twenty-seven or twenty-eight, even though Mr. Fengjin looks around the same age, but he's actually forty.
Constantly hanging around a forty-year-old, staying up until dawn, doesn't he think about others' health at all?
Baili Xia didn't know what she was thinking, it's just that without Wu Ming coming, she still felt a vague sense of unease.
If even Wu Ming was that angry, then Uncle... is he angry too?
