Baili Xia didn't know how to respond. She couldn't bring herself to publicly scold this disgusting man.
But being slandered like this made her so angry that tears were about to fall.
"Get lost."
A deep voice came from Mu Xiaoyao's mouth, chilling to hear.
It wasn't hard to imagine that if this weren't at the Eight Big Families' party, Bei Zicheng might have already been lying on the ground.
At the moment, looking at Mu Xiaoyao, Bei Zicheng's heart felt a bit guilty.
Even when facing Mu Xiaojiu before, it wasn't like this with a genuinely cold face.
Back in Bei Miao, he wasn't afraid of the open and secret strife with Mu Xiaojiu.
But here is not Bei Miao, his power isn't here.
Bei Zicheng snorted coldly and stood up.
"In the future, we'll meet often."
Watching his departing figure, Baili Xia felt a panic in her heart.
Instinctively turning to Mu Xiaoyao, he was still sullenly drinking, and she didn't know if he really cared about what Bei Zicheng had just said.
