Xiao Mu was quite surprised that Xia Xue found him in such a short time. When he saw Xia Xue standing in the living room, he couldn't help but appreciate Xiao Lin's taste. "Miss Xia, shouldn't I be calling you sister-in-law instead?"
Upon hearing Xiao Mu's voice, Xia Xue turned around, blinking her eyes, clutching her purse tightly. Facing Xiao Mu, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Instinctively, when facing danger, one's intuition becomes extraordinarily sharp; it's a kind of instinct. She forced a smile at him, a stiff smile, her white teeth hidden under her lips, her rigid muscles still maintaining a smiling face. Yet, as Xiao Mu approached, Xia Xue began to involuntarily step back until her legs hit something hard, forcing her to stop.
"You still look very afraid of me. Do I look that terrifying?" Xiao Mu said as he looked in the mirror. "How can I say that Xiao Lin and I are born of the same father, in many ways, we're quite similar, don't you think?"
