Even from such a distance, Baili Xia could clearly feel the chilling aura radiating from Wu Ming.
The words just now clearly hurt him deeply.
She felt restless, unable to stand or sit comfortably.
Mu Xiaoyao, however, seemed completely unconcerned, casting a cool glance at Wu Ming before turning back to pour himself a cup of tea.
Baili Xia glared at him, surprised that he still had the mood to drink tea.
It's all Brother's fault, asking random questions in front of others.
"If I want to find a woman, is that your business?"
A hoarse voice escaped Wu Ming's mouth; after the high fever, speaking was still a bit strenuous.
Baili Xia quickly poured a cup of water and brought it over.
Yet Wu Ming was unwilling to pay her any attention, his cold gaze fixated on Mu Xiaoyao, those eyes seemingly intent on murder.
Baili Xia was sure that if Wu Ming were healthy now, he would definitely go over and punch Brother.
