The Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu immediately nodded.
He spoke to the Eldest Heir Bai Xuanmo, politely yet distantly, "My sister is young and easily frightened. I hope you don't mind, big brother. I'll take her back to Uncle first."
He carried Bai Zhi'er and turned to leave.
The little one lay on his shoulder and made a face at the frowning Bai Xuanmo.
Hmph, that's what you get for being fierce earlier!
The fourth son Bai Daoyan gently reassured, "Big brother, spend more time with her, and she will get used to you."
Bai Xuanmo chuckled lightly, his gaze detached and deep. "No worries, once she's familiar with me, she'll naturally let me hold her."
With that, he lifted his head and left.
In the distance, a pair of cold eyes watched everything unfold.
Feng Fuce stood outside the bustling crowd.
He wore silver-black clothing, the Asura beast on his chest particularly striking.
