Watching Tian's departing figure, Ning Anran was secretly shocked.
What is this maid's real identity, that she can sit here and talk with Uncle?
Moreover, she knows this isn't the first time.
Could it be that Mu Xuri has taken a liking to this little girl again? But, why does this girl look so familiar?
Yet, it can't be possible, the one I knew in childhood, after all these years, may not even be alive anymore.
It's impossible for her to be here.
Once Tian shut the door, fully obscuring her figure, Ning Anran composed herself and walked towards Mu Xuri.
"Uncle, I was hit by Baili Xia, you must stand up for me."
She lowered her hand to show him the swelling on her face.
Mu Xuri's brow furrowed tightly, looking at Ning Anran's appearance, a surge of pity arose in his heart.
"Come over and let me see."
Ning Anran walked over teary-eyed, full of grievance.
She squatted beside him, her upwards angle making her bruised face appear even more pitiable.
