Chapter 1518

On this point, Baili Xia really couldn’t understand no matter how much she thought about it.

Why could she always recognize Wu Ming so easily, whether he wore a mask or not?

Yet, the aura on Wu Ming, which was completely different from Pang Ran’s, was so easy to recognize.

He…

was too much like Uncle.

Even though she had thought for a long time that he and Uncle were really very alike.

But every time she wanted to know who Wu Ming was, she suspected many people, except for Uncle.

But, why does he really seem so much alike?

She bit her lip, and when Wu Ming turned his head to look at her, she suddenly took a step forward.

“What are you doing?” Wu Ming’s thick eyebrows furrowed as he saw her holding his face.

At this moment, he should have pushed her away, otherwise, it would be easy to get exposed.

But when his hands fell to her waist, he couldn’t help but pull her into his arms.

Reluctant to push her away, unwilling for a lifetime.

Rarely did she take the initiative to throw herself into his arms, if he didn’t hug her now, he would probably have no chance to do so before he resumed his identity as Mu Xiaojiu.

Baili Xia knew he was hugging her, but right now there was something more important than being taken advantage of by him, waiting for her to verify!

She suspected his identity!

She suspected…

he was Uncle!

Her hand fell on his face, on the area that was disfigured, she forcefully scratched at those so-called scars.

She really suspected the scars were fake, that bastard Mu Xiaojiu, could it be…

could it be he had always been by her side!

Could he be Uncle?

Could he be!

Excitement made her fingertips tremble.

But why couldn’t those scars be scratched off?

Even when she had exerted force, they still clung to his face as if real?

In fact, when she used a bit more strength, she even scratched a thin line of blood on his disfigured face.

The scars…

were actually real!

“My face has already been ruined once, do you want to destroy it again?”

Wu Ming’s deep and hoarse voice slowly rose, with no detectable emotion of anger or joy in his words.

“Looking ugly isn’t my fault; you can’t just harm my face because I look ugly.”

“I wasn’t!” Baili Xia’s fingertips were still trembling.

Staring fixedly at the blood mark she accidentally made on his face, in utter shock.

This face is real, it really has been disfigured!

He’s not Uncle, not…

But inexplicably, she just didn’t believe it.

She didn’t know if she couldn’t believe it or didn’t want to believe it.

Fumbling hurriedly to get her phone out of her bag, she dialed a number, but the other side showed that the phone was switched off.

She then dialed another number, and soon Ye Hua’s deep voice came from the other end: “Miss Xiaxia, is something the matter?”

Baili Xia stared dead at the blood mark on Wu Ming’s face, staring intently.

The fingers holding the phone kept tightening, brewing her emotions for half a day, she hoarsely asked, “Where’s Uncle?”

Her gaze, fixed unwaveringly on Wu Ming’s eyes, attempting to see something in the depths of his gaze.

Even though he was wearing fake pupils, she could still faintly see a sliver of his expression.

But unfortunately, there was nothing in his eyes, just quietly watching her.

Soon, Ye Hua’s response came from the other end: “Mr. Xiaojiu is in a meeting, does Miss Xiaxia have an urgent matter? Should I find Mr. Xiaojiu to talk to you?”

If it were usual, Baili Xia wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare to disturb Uncle and disrupt his work.

But now, she unhesitatingly insisted, “I want to speak with Uncle, have him talk to me now!”