"Brother You." Baili Xia hurried to his side.
Bei Tianyou nodded at Baili Xia, a hint of gentleness in his gaze.
He strode to the courtyard entrance, walked ahead of Mu Xiaoyao, and stared straight at Bei Shengri.
"I don't understand what Second Uncle means by this today? Are you going to snatch someone right from my Bi Luo Pavilion?"
Bei Shengri sneered coldly, usually somewhat apprehensive of Bei Tianyou.
But now his son was dead, and to avenge him, he wasn't afraid to offend anyone.
"You, Mu Xiaoyao killed Zicheng, this account must be settled today."
Ling Lin spoke with less courtesy: "Bei Tianyou, don't think you can protect him just because you're here."
"He killed my son, I don't care who it is, I won't show him any face."
Bei Tianyou raised an eyebrow, a trace of coldness passing over his face.
"What evidence do you have?"
Bei Shengri tightened his palm; he had no solid evidence.
