"Mr. Mu?"
The maid's voice brought Mu Xiaoyao back to his thoughts, and he looked up.
The maid was indeed standing opposite, staring at him in a daze.
Rarely having such a chance to look closely at Mr. Mu, the maid was very excited inside.
Mu Xiaoyao slightly furrowed his brows and said blandly, "You can leave now."
"Then the meal..." The maid hesitated.
"Prepare to serve the meal."
The maid left, and Mu Xiaoyao's gaze fell on Baili Xia.
"I'm afraid only you can call Uncle down."
Baili Xia remained silent, still struggling within her heart.
She tried hard to persuade herself that these matters had nothing to do with Uncle, that he was just being used.
But in the end, a voice inside always reminded her.
Even if he was being used, the person who acted was still him.
But without Uncle, Grandpa might forever bear the infamy of murder and seizure of others' property.
Uncle had already poured too much into her affairs.
"Okay, I'll go." She stood up, speaking calmly.
