Mu Xiaoyao frowned and looked at Nangong Yun indifferently.
"She's in my hands. You don't care if she lives or dies anymore?"
Nangong Yun glanced at him coolly, then looked around, but didn't see Baili Xia.
She asked, "Where's that bitch Baili Xia? Where is she hiding?"
Mu Xiaoyao's eyes flickered, a trace of coldness flashing through his gaze.
But what she said actually made him relax a little inside.
Looked like that girl hadn't fallen into their hands, at least for the moment she was still safe.
Seeing Mu Xiaoyao not respond, Nangong Yun lost her patience.
Even though he was also a pretty boy of the Mu family, she had zero interest in him.
What she did have was a bellyful of resentment toward Mu Xiaoyao for always siding with Baili Xia.
As long as she caught him, she wouldn't have to worry about Baili Xia not showing up.
"Mu Xiaoyao, you and Mr. Xiaojiu could be considered old acquaintances of mine."
"If you let Xi'er go, I can, for Mr. Xiaojiu's sake, plead for you."
