Hearing what Xiao Wushuang said, Muyun felt a bit embarrassed, looked at Xiao Yifei, and said with a less than friendly tone, "Sir, will you leave by yourself, or do you want me to see you out?"
Xiao Yifei looked at the two of them and suddenly felt a bit caught in the middle. Shaking his head helplessly, he had no choice but to turn and leave. After all, anything he said now seemed powerless. On his way back, Xiao Yifei couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated, but he couldn't say that he gained nothing. At least now, Xiao Yifei knew that the Xiao Family had another branch.
However, this branch wasn't exactly pleasing. If Xiao Yifei was of the legitimate line, then Xiao Wushuang and his people should be the descendants of the attendant who stole the secret book. Thinking of this, Xiao Yifei couldn't help but find it amusing; the descendants of thieves were accusing the legitimate line. How despicable.
