"She's not your slave, can't you speak a bit nicer?" Baili Xia was truly angry.
Zimo hurriedly tugged on Baili Xia's clothes and spoke to her in almost a whisper.
"Don't say that, it's not Mr. Mu's fault."
Mu Lingchuan looked embarrassed again, glancing at Mu Xiaojiu, he pleaded, "Uncle, what's going on with Xiaxia? I shouldn't have... offended her, right?"
Why does it seem like she has a stomach full of complaints against me?
The way she looks at me, it's like she wants to tear me apart.
Mu Xiaojiu just glanced at Baili Xia indifferently, indicating he didn't know either.
Although he roughly guessed what was going on in his mind, he also knew there must be some concern since Baili Xia didn't speak up herself.
"Okay, okay, I'll speak more nicely." Mu Lingchuan smiled helplessly at Baili Xia.
This girl is my Uncle's treasure; there's no good outcome if she gets upset with me.
He then turned to Zimo, his tone gentler this time.
