Baili Xia indeed guessed that the person coming was Mu Xiaojiu.
But, she thought, she only guessed the beginning and couldn't predict the ending at all.
Was that man at the distant gate really Uncle?
He wore a pure white tracksuit and dark sunglasses that covered half of his face.
Yet, just like the maid who delivered the message said, even with sunglasses on, he was still so handsome.
In fact, with sunglasses, Uncle seemed even more wild than usual.
So handsome, so handsome it incites the wrath of heaven and men, unparalleled in handsomeness.
But all this only made Baili Xia sink deeper and deeper; what truly shocked her to the point of being speechless and unable to move was the Harley by his side.
Mu Xiaojiu leaned against the towering Harley motorcycle, arms crossed, watching her.
From afar, his lazy demeanor that couldn't be peeled away from one's gaze was every woman's nightmare.
