"Nothing?" Nangong Yun raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly, "The clothes were torn like that, everyone saw it. Can Mr. Mu Xiaoyao just say 'nothing happened' and let it be as if nothing did?"
Mu Xiaoyao was too lazy to respond to her; nothing means nothing, there's nothing to explain.
Baili Xia couldn't help but rub her temples; that's just how Brother is, cold and aloof.
He utterly disdains explaining such matters.
However, sometimes because of this disposition, he ends up suffering because of despicable people like Nangong Yun.
She looked at Bei Xier, hoping that Bei Xier would clarify the situation herself.
Expecting Brother to explain is probably unrealistic.
Bei Xier's gaze had just returned from Mu Xiaoyao when she met Baili Xia's directing look.
She bit her lip, somewhat helpless.
Looking at the Old Madam, she explained, "Grandmother, things aren't as Yun said. Mr. Mu Xiaoyao did not do anything improper to me."
