Mu Xiaoyao didn't say a word, and his gaze showed no sign of emotion.
Baili Xia was very familiar with this kind of expression. It meant, "Say whatever you want, I'm still not agreeing."
So cold, so stubborn, like a bull!
She muttered a few words to herself but kept her face full of carefully constructed smiles.
She had to think of other ways and speak as gently as possible.
"How about this—I'll check the situation first. If the Youyang Pavilion isn't too crowded tonight, then I'll go there. Does that work?"
Mu Xiaoyao still didn't speak.
"Brother…" Baili Xia shook his arm again.
Mu Xiaoyao glanced at her.
Although this girl seemed carefree and casual on the surface, the concern in her eyes was something he could see clearly.
Had she already convinced herself that Bei Qingyou was her mother?
This little creature...
He felt a bit helpless but didn't want to grant her wish too easily, fearing she would grow even more reckless going forward.
