Dongfang Jin gently embraced Baili Xia, soothing her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you home, don't be afraid."
Even if he didn't know what had happened before, just looking at the situation, he could guess most of it.
His cold gaze met Mu Xiaojiu's icy stare, and he calmly said, "She's mine, if you have the courage, kill me. If you don't plan to kill me, then don't stop me from taking her away today."
Mu Xiaojiu's palm tightened, and his knuckles crackled instantly, as his long legs were about to stride toward him.
Behind him, Mu Xiaoyao quickly stepped forward, his large hand landing on the back of his hand, gently tugging.
It wasn't much force, but it still persuaded him to step down.
"Uncle," he looked at him, and as his gaze met his own, he shook his head, "Her emotions are very unstable, continuing this strife is bad for her body."
Mu Xiaojiu remained silent, only gripping his fist tightly.
