"Brother, you're back, come have breakfast."
Baili Xia keenly noticed Mu Xiaoyao, who was about to leave.
Not knowing why he came back without a word and now wanted to leave again.
She frowned, looking resentful: "It feels like you're deliberately avoiding me. Do you really dislike me that much?"
Suddenly, Mu Xiaojiu's cold gaze swept over.
Mu Xiaoyao felt a chill down his spine and quickly stopped his departure.
He turned around and walked into the dining room.
"It's nothing, just suddenly remembered there are some unfinished matters."
"Whatever it is, discuss it after breakfast," Mu Xiaojiu said flatly.
Mu Xiaoyao nodded, turned and walked to the nearby sink to wash his hands, then returned to sit next to Baili Xia.
Uncle doesn't allow him to upset the girl even a little bit, he now feels like a tool to make her happy.
But, as long as the girl is happy, that's good.
He just thought the scene was rare and peaceful and didn't want to disturb it.
