Mu Xiaoyao gently reached out his hand and took Baili Xia's hand away.
Then he picked up the pieces of porcelain one by one and put them in the trash can nearby.
Baili Xia felt a warmth in her heart. Although Brother was clumsy with household chores, he was still very fond of her.
After he had cleaned up all the shards, he started washing the dishes again with detergent. Suddenly, Baili Xia asked, "Where's Uncle?"
"He should be in his room."
"Why doesn't he come down?"
Mu Xiaoyao glanced at her indifferently but didn't respond.
This question was asked knowingly; why would Uncle come here to join in this mess?
Seeing that he didn't answer, Baili Xia understood.
"I'll go check on him."
With that, she turned and ran out.
Going up to the second floor, Baili Xia went directly to Mu Xiaojiu's room, gently knocking a few times on the door.
There was no response from inside the room, so she knocked again, but still, there was no response.
