"Uncle, we've bought almost everything. Let's head back," said Baili Xia.
Mu Xiaojiu seemed not yet satisfied, and said, "It's still early. Let's go over there to take a look."
"I'm so tired I can barely keep walking," Baili Xia frowned.
Wasn't it said that men don't like shopping? How come he, a grown man, seems more interested than her, this little girl?
Of course, what she didn't know was that Mu Xiaojiu's intentions were elsewhere entirely.
Mu Xiaojiu turned back to look at her delicate face.
Seeing the slight weariness between her brows, he nodded and agreed.
This afternoon belonged to them, no interruptions, just happiness.
If possible, Mu Xiaojiu wished this afternoon would never end.
As for Baili Xia, to her, this afternoon brought her feelings with Uncle much closer.
The feeling of déjà vu lingered continuously in her heart.
"Uncle, did we often go shopping together in the past? Have you always been this kind to me?"
