Chapter 1252

“Have him set off for Bei Miao immediately…”

A single sentence instantly stopped Baili Xia, who had already run several steps, dead in her tracks.

Hesitating briefly, she finally lowered her head and returned to his side.

“Mr.

Xiaojiu…”

“Jiu!” Mu Xiaojiu corrected her.

She bit her lip and kept her head bowed.

“I dare not.”

“…” He truly wanted to twist this small head off her shoulders!

Mu Xiaojiu let out a cold snort and turned to walk toward the backyard.

“Since you’re Xiaoyao’s…

partner, from now on, call me Uncle, just as he does.”

The words “Xiaoyao’s woman” managed to get stuck in his throat, refusing to come out.

As for the girl, calling him Mr.

Xiaojiu was far less fitting than reverting to calling him Uncle like she used to.

It sounded, at least, a bit closer that way.

“Oh, Uncle,” Baili Xia called out, but she did not follow.

She only wanted to wait until he had left, so she could leave as well.

Walking ahead, Mu Xiaojiu noticed no movement behind him, and his long legs came to an abrupt halt.

This infuriating little girl actually dared…

not follow!

“If you want to see him, then keep up.” He threw out this remark and strode away again, this time without hesitation.

Baili Xia rubbed her throbbing temples, feeling quite helpless.

There was no choice in the matter; she could only follow him into the backyard.

This time, Mu Xiaojiu didn’t head to the medical room.

Instead, he started up a sightseeing cart and drove toward the direction of the back mountain.

Baili Xia sat in the back row of the cart, glowering bitterly at the man driving up front.

One of his arms rested lazily against the rail while his other hand controlled the steering wheel.

The wind swept over his body, ruffling his short hair.

That half of his face was nothing short of perfection.

She didn’t want to admit how lazily seductive his current posture was, nor how just half his face could enchant someone to the point of losing their senses.

What she wanted most right now was to ask: What exactly is this guy trying to do?

Does he want to be with her?

If so, isn’t his attitude too poor?

If he doesn’t want to be with her, then why did he go to such lengths to make her follow him?

He made her seem as if she were desperate, as if she had no choice but to keep pursuing him.

She mumbled internally, her grievances piling up.

Who wants to follow him anyway?

If not for meeting her mentor, she wouldn’t have come along at all.

She didn’t know where Uncle was taking her, but judging by this situation, it looked like it would be a long journey.

If she’d known earlier, she would’ve packed her belongings first.

If her mentor suddenly decided to leave, she’d have no time to prepare her things.

Mu Xiaojiu drove the sightseeing cart straight into the woods behind the mountain.

Deep in the forest, two men were stationed to keep watch.

He drove the cart directly toward them, and the two immediately stepped aside.

This clunky sightseeing cart—he had somehow managed to push it to such a high speed.

Baili Xia couldn’t even catch a clear glimpse of the two men as they moved aside.

Before she knew it, she was already entering the forest with Uncle and the cart.

Mu Xiaojiu appeared to be focused on driving, but his gaze remained intent on the rearview mirror, on the faintly visible figure behind him.

He was hardly unaware that Mu Xuri’s men had been lurking in Sihai Residence, but because he was his brother, there were many things he chose to turn a blind eye to.

Only when that shadow was startled by the two men guarding the rear and hesitated to follow did Mu Xiaojiu curl his lips into a smirk, choosing not to pay further attention.

The vehicle made a sharp turn, speeding off in another direction.

That girl…

tomorrow, she would leave Jin City…

With a screeching halt, the cart came to a stop.

The sudden stop was so abrupt that the unprepared Baili Xia was almost thrown forward.

Disoriented and unable to grasp what had just happened, she caught sight of Mu Xiaojiu already stepping out of the cart, standing beside the back seat.

That was—within reach of her hand.