The footsteps were getting closer, and because there was no deliberate concealment, Baili Xia could faintly hear them clearly.
The door was pushed open, and her fingers clutching the quilt tightened even more.
What kind of person was Mr. Xiaojiu? Someone as formidable as him, how could he not see through someone pretending to sleep?
Pretending to sleep was of no use in front of him; in fact, her nervousness might even reveal her guilty conscience to him.
Playing mind games in front of Uncle, so difficult...
But if she didn't pretend to sleep, how would she face him?
She was really confused now, unable to calm down completely.
The door was closed again, and Baili Xia had reached the peak of her nervousness.
Because she was so nervous, even her temples were seeping with cold sweat.
Just when Mu Xiaojiu put down his briefcase and was about to turn towards the bed.
Baili Xia bit her lip hard and suddenly screamed out, "No! Don't touch me! No! Uncle, Uncle save me..."
