Nangong Yun said in a deep voice, "Grandmother, this person has come to the Youyang Pavilion with a purpose, we absolutely cannot let him go."
Bei Qingyue noticed that the Old Madam was not satisfied with what Nangong Yun said and frowned slightly.
She reached out to pull Nangong Yun back and reprimanded, "Stand behind and watch, don't speak recklessly."
The Old Madam glanced at her, then refocused her gaze on Mu Xiaoyao.
She had weathered countless storms, but looking at the large hand gripping Bei Xier's delicate neck, she felt a twinge of worry in her heart.
So many people surrounded this man in black, yet he remained fearless.
If it's not because he's truly incredibly strong and confident in his ability to escape,
then he's truly not afraid to die.
Someone who's not afraid to die would dare to do anything.
"Release her, and I'll let you go."
Mu Xiaoyao said coldly, "Prepare a car for me. When I reach a safe place, I'll let her go."
