Baili Xia had always been obedient in front of Mu Xiaojiu.
Perhaps sometimes she was willful, but not often.
But now, holding her phone and looking at the still-expressionless Wu Ming, she firmly said she wanted to find Uncle.
Ye Hua seemed to really take the phone to look for Mu Xiaojiu.
It was the middle of winter, yet Baili Xia was so nervous that sweat seeped from her brow.
In contrast, Wu Ming, sitting in front of her, remained leisurely, still holding her.
Even as she was so nervous she almost crushed the phone, his large hand was inching over the delicate curve of her waist.
Why did he... really not care at all?
Could it be she guessed wrong, that he wasn't Uncle at all?
But he and Uncle... everything about them was so alike?
If it's really Uncle, can't he stop pretending in front of her? She's going crazy missing him!
If not, why... does he seem so similar?
"What do you need me for?" Suddenly, a deep, familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
