Baili Xia took the cup, holding it in her hands, yet she didn't know whether she should drink it.
Or rather, she was a bit unsure of what to do, or even what to say.
"It's not that I don't care about her, nor that I can't see what caused the injuries on her hands."
Bei Tianyou still looked at her, but now the indifference and seriousness in his eyes had diminished considerably.
On the contrary, there seemed to be a bit more gentle brightness.
"You should have noticed that the Old Madam doesn't like my mother," he added.
Baili Xia was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I could tell from the first time I came."
"So, if anything really happens, the Old Madam won't protect her."
"And I, I'm not at home often, even if my people are here, they can't possibly have conflicts with the Old Madam."
"You're saying you're afraid Nangong Yun will complain to the Old Madam, and in the end, it will still be your mother who suffers?"
