Mu Xiaoyao took the knitted sweater and put it on without saying a word.
Baili Xia couldn't hold back and asked, "You really can't tell?"
Mu Xiaoyao glanced at her lightly, casually replying, "There's a ten percent chance that maybe you're actually cold."
"..." Baili Xia bit her lip, a swirl of indescribable emotions in her heart.
Oh, that awful Brother, why does he have to show kindness to her when she's feeling so miserable?
If he's too kind, she might end up relying on him.
"Actually, why do you listen to Uncle so much? Are you really willing to do everything he asks you to do?"
The two of them strolled slowly through the woods, and Baili Xia couldn't help but mutter again.
She could hardly be considered a quiet person, especially in front of these men.
They were already sparing with their words, and if even she didn't talk, the atmosphere would become unbearably awkward.
