Hearing Nangong Yun's tone, the old man should be fine for now, at least he's alive.
As long as he's alive, it's good.
Baili Xia really wanted to see him first. She wouldn't be at ease until she saw he was okay.
"Impossible!" Nangong Yun refused outright.
"Even if you're not the assassin, you must be connected to them. There's no way I'll let you see him."
She looked at Baili Xia, her eyes still filled with resentment and anger.
"Baili Xia, you should just come back with me and see grandma first."
"I need to know how the old man is doing first," Baili Xia insisted.
Nangong Yun sneered coldly, "What, do you want to confirm if your treacherous plan succeeded?"
"Shut up." Bei Tianyou couldn't bear it any longer and snapped at Nangong Yun.
Nangong Yun immediately fell silent, involuntarily stepping back two paces.
Bei Tianyou was truly angry; in all these years, she'd never heard him speak so sternly.
But his severity was only directed at her.
