Mu Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of danger flowing through.
"Call for help? Go ahead and try it."
He lifted Bei Xier's large hand, directly raising it above her head.
His body leaned forward, pressing her back against the wall, his whole body against the wall.
Bei Xier's heart skipped a beat; being pinned against the wall in public like this, even though she knew he was threatening her, it was embarrassing to be seen by passersby.
She could clearly feel Mu Xiaoyao's breath, evidently filled with anger, teasing her ear.
Bei Xier gasped, immediately raising her other hand to cover her mouth.
Her large, crystal-like purple grape eyes rounded, meeting Mu Xiaoyao's ink-black eyes so close, she whispered, "Don't, I won't call."
Mu Xiaoyao maintained this posture, motionless.
It seemed this woman was more afraid of him doing this.
"Tell me, where did Xiaxia go?"
"I really don't know."
Mu Xiaoyao lost patience, not knowing when someone might come by here.
