Baili Xia could feel the care from Mu Xiaoyao.
A person who rarely spoke, had spoken so much in one go just to remind and persuade her.
She was still grateful, but what she feared the most now was that he might really spill the beans.
"Okay, give me one month."
Not giving Mu Xiaoyao a chance to renege, Baili Xia forcefully grasped his sleeve, staring at him expectantly, "One month, let me think it over."
"This matter, I... I hope I can personally tell Uncle. Give me one month, I need to gather some courage."
Mu Xiaoyao didn't speak, his gaze unconsciously shifted to her belly.
"Brother." She gently shook his arm again.
Finally, Mu Xiaoyao agreed.
"Alright, I'll give you one month. During this month, I won't disclose anything."
"But, you must also promise me, you cannot participate in the competition tomorrow, I will go and tell Uncle that you're pulling out."
