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The footsteps were getting closer, and because there was no deliberate concealment, Baili Xia could faintly hear them clearly.

The door was pushed open, and her fingers clutching the quilt tightened even more.

What kind of person was Mr.

Xiaojiu?

Someone as formidable as him, how could he not see through someone pretending to sleep?

Pretending to sleep was of no use in front of him; in fact, her nervousness might even reveal her guilty conscience to him.

Playing mind games in front of Uncle, so difficult…

But if she didn’t pretend to sleep, how would she face him?

She was really confused now, unable to calm down completely.

The door was closed again, and Baili Xia had reached the peak of her nervousness.

Because she was so nervous, even her temples were seeping with cold sweat.

Just when Mu Xiaojiu put down his briefcase and was about to turn towards the bed.

Baili Xia bit her lip hard and suddenly screamed out, “No! Don’t touch me! No! Uncle, Uncle save me…”

The man, who had been walking slowly, immediately strode over upon hearing her call.

“Girl, what’s going on? Don’t be afraid, it’s just a nightmare.”

Mu Xiaojiu picked up the flailing Baili Xia and held her in his arms.

Seeing her face and forehead covered in cold sweat, he lightly furrowed his thick brows and reached out to wipe away the tear streaks from the corner of her eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Why are you crying?”

Baili Xia choked up for a moment, then suddenly turned around and hugged his neck tightly.

“Uncle, I’m so scared, someone wants to hurt me, Mr. Great… Mr. Great wants the police to take me away, they want to wrong me, to send me to prison…”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but cry.

Tears fell in big drops, and they couldn’t be stopped at all.

She was truly flustered and genuinely sad.

She originally wanted to cry, and now, taking advantage of her “having a nightmare,” she cried out loud.

She was really grateful to herself for thinking so quickly and coming up with such a good excuse.

She really wanted to have a good cry, she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“I didn’t poison anyone, really I didn’t, why are they framing me, why?”

“Boo hoo… No one believes me, I’m innocent, boo hoo… I didn’t want to hurt anyone…”

Mu Xiaojiu patted her trembling shoulder, his gaze darkened slightly.

This matter had implicated her.

It turned out that her strength all day was just a façade, and a nightmare shattered all her disguises.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” Mu Xiaojiu said softly.

Although he didn’t administer the poison, it was done by Ning Anran.

If the girl knew that Ning Anran was working for him now, how much would she hate him?

“I’m sorry…” He held her tightly in his arms, still gently patting her back.

“Don’t be afraid, Uncle’s here, I won’t let them bully you, don’t be afraid, no one can hurt you, I promise.”

“But… but the old man… he’s your father, do you really not suspect me?”

Baili Xia’s gaze was very complex, but like this, hugging him and burying her face in his chest, he couldn’t see her face or her expression at all.

The crying gradually ceased, with only tears flowing slowly.

Only when she was no longer agitated did Mu Xiaojiu lift her petite face and use his sleeve to wipe her tears.

Looking into her red, swollen eyes, he smiled with a touch of helplessness.

“How could I suspect you?

Are you silly?

We’re people about to get married.

If I didn’t trust you, how could I marry you?”

He gently tousled her hair, his voice even softer: “I will never doubt you for a lifetime, girl, you also…

trust me for a lifetime, okay?”

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