"Stop right there!" Bei Qingyue raised her voice a few notches.
For someone to still be this arrogant in front of her was truly rare in Bei Miao.
If Mu Xiaoyao really belonged to Bei Miao, she would have already locked him up by now.
"I'm only saying a few more words to you because you're the Mu family's Mr. Mu."
"You came to the Bei Family, and you represent the Mu Group. Acting like this—are you really not afraid it'll affect the cooperation between our two families in the future?"
But Mu Xiaoyao still had no intention of responding to her. Instead, the Baili Xia in his arms tugged lightly at the hem of his clothes in secret, looked up at him, and shook her head.
"Brother, don't be like this. We have to make things clear with them—what exactly happened."
Mu Xiaoyao lifted the corner of his brow and instantly understood what she meant.
This girl—he didn't care about it, so what was she worrying about? She was really worrying herself sick over Uncle for nothing.
