The suppressed pallor on Mu Xiaojiu's face made Baili Xia's heart tremble, immediately starting to despise herself.
She hadn't properly looked at him last night. Otherwise, she would have definitely noticed something off about his complexion.
As a direct disciple of Nangong Xu, he must have had some genuine skills.
But not only did she fail to notice last night, she even... slapped him...
"Uncle, even if work is busy and matters are pressing, what could be more important than your health?"
"Miss Xiaxia, is Mr. Xiaojiu really that badly hurt?" Ye Hua anxiously inquired from the side.
Last night, when Nangong Xu was halfway through examining Mr. Xiaojiu, for some unknown reason, he suddenly chased Nangong Xu away.
Afterward, he wouldn't let anyone enter to see him, enduring the night alone.
He and Nangong Xu kept vigil all night until the next morning. Nangong Xu wanted to check on Mr. Xiaojiu again, but he flatly refused.
