"Kid, what are you standing there for? We're about to eat, and you're not welcome here." Beitang Yao finished speaking, casting a harsh glance at Mario, then lightly glanced at Xia Qingqian.
"Sis, don't send Mario away. Mario will behave and not argue with brother." Mario was anxious, feeling Xia Qianqian's hand distinctly avoiding him. He quickly held onto it tightly and promised.
"Young Master, the girl is right, Mario is just a child, and he's been playing here regularly before without any objection from you. What's wrong now?" Uncle Quan tried to ease the situation.
Beitang Yao's steps halted. He slowly turned around, his face darkened, and reprimanded in a low voice, "Uncle Quan, do you think the same?"
