Baili Xia turned around and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, just as she took a step forward, her wrist was tightly gripped by someone.
"Brother," she barely had time to resist before Mu Xiaoyao gently wrapped his arm around her and began walking toward the center of the banquet hall with her.
"Brother!" Baili Xia was genuinely a bit angry.
He knew full well she didn't want to see Uncle, yet he still boldly dragged her over.
"You can hit me all you want when we get back." Mu Xiaoyao's tone was calm, not even sparing her a glance.
How sharp was Uncle's gaze? The moment she thought about leaving, he had already noticed.
One cold, intimidating glare was enough to scare anyone to death. Did he dare not comply?
Uncle wanted to see the girl. Now, running away was not an option.
Baili Xia bit her lips, knowing that this guy was just as stubborn as a bull.
Although it looked like he was holding her gently, the force pressing on her shoulder was far from light.
