A wave of unease swept over Baili Xia's heart.
At this point, even if she intended to conceal her actions, she could no longer hide them.
She took a few steps forward, and suddenly her knees bent, and she knelt on the ground with a thud.
Looking up at Mu Xiaojiu, her voice trembled slightly.
"Uncle, please, let my grandfather go, okay?"
Mu Xiaojiu reached out to snuff out his cigar in the ashtray before turning his head to look at her, speaking coldly.
"Finally admitting it?"
Baili Xia was slightly taken aback, the voice sounded so unfamiliar, Uncle had never spoken to her in this tone before.
Even when he was angry in the past, the feeling was completely different from now.
Could it be that once the last layer of window paper was pierced, the past feelings also disappeared?
She felt somewhat lost inside, meeting Mu Xiaojiu's gaze, she said faintly, "Didn't you already know all this?"
Mu Xiaojiu did not respond, which was equivalent to acknowledging it.
