Bai Xin didn't get angry when she heard this. Whether this worked out for her or not, it was just a matter of having a bit more or less assurance.
"Mom, you believe that I will definitely keep the books for you."
Afterward, she reluctantly gave Mu Yi a glance, her eyes filled with reluctance to part.
"Xinxin, I believe in you," Mu Yi said, looking at Bai Xin with especial tenderness.
Yet that made Bai Xin's heart feel cold in waves. The so-called belief was just trust in her ability to keep the books accurately, not in her not to have to keep them. Such belief... really made her feel... screwed... over.
"Alright, then I'll go again tomorrow. Resting for a day isn't a problem. Taking care of you is more important."
It was just a blatant lie, after all. She could handle it. Doesn't everyone have a first time? Likewise, after the first time, there would be countless more.
Mu Yi was like that, but she... didn't want to be. Because she never wanted to see this person again.
