"Don't be nervous, isn't there still half a month before the competition? Half a month is enough for me to get into great shape; just you wait and see."
"I'm not in the mood for jokes." Mu Xiaoyao's face darkened, his gaze serious.
"I'm not joking with you either." Baili Xia stuck out her tongue.
Knowing he was really angry, she shrank her neck and her voice grew much quieter.
"The most important thing is, I know Uncle really values this competition. What he values, I care about even more. Brother, do you understand?"
Mu Xiaoyao scoffed coldly: "You can care, but there's no need to participate personally."
"I care, that's why I want to participate personally. It's what Uncle really wants, and I want to strive to achieve it for him."
People like Brother who have never been in love wouldn't understand.
She pursed her lips slightly, "If you ever meet a man you really, really like, then you'll understand how I feel."
