Baili Xia's forehead was lined with frustration. She had just been thinking about preparing a meal for him, forgetting that he could only use his left hand now.
However, even a right-handed person using their left hand might just have awkward movements, but it should still be usable.
She curved her lips slightly, as if she saw through Mu Xiaojiu's little tricks.
A handsome man like Uncle must find using his left hand to eat too awkward, so he didn't want to move.
Is he really that concerned about his image?
But seeing he still didn't move, Baili Xia had to reach out and take his bowl back again.
"I'll feed you," she said softly, not noticing the barely perceptible smile at the corner of a certain man's lips.
Mu Xiaojiu's heart trembled, and his gaze fell on her face.
Has this girl completely let down her guard around him?
Mu Xiaoyao sat at the far end, his fingertips trembled slightly.
Uncle, what a seasoned player, dealing with girls like this.
