Mu Xiaoyao was the first to object to Mu Dongyu's words: "Xiaoyao, she is no longer the Mu family's Miss Sun, how can you still be engaged to her?"
Without the identity of Baili Yang's granddaughter, she meant nothing in the eyes of the old man.
If she meant nothing, that meant she was just a powerless, impoverished girl with nothing.
How could his son marry a girl with no value for utilization? If marrying, it should at least be to a daughter of a prestigious family.
"I promised to get engaged to Xiaxia, and I will be with her no matter what her identity is, no matter who she is."
Mu Xiaoyao held Baili Xia, whose soul seemed almost gone, and turned to glance at the old man.
"Grandpa, Xiaxia just came back, and the injuries she suffered at the hunting ground haven't fully healed. She's tired, I'll take her back to rest."
Having said that, without waiting for the old man to react, he proceeded to go upstairs with Baili Xia in his arms.
