Dongfang Ji's muscular, long arms were already taut with tension.
After listening to Mu Xiaoyao's words, in just half a second, all his strength had dissipated.
Finally, he gave up his struggle.
He might not care about these dozen or so men.
But, fighting against Mu Xiaoyao, he could never gain the upper hand.
Forcing him to lose face here, he was not happy about it.
"Take your hands off, I can walk myself."
When those two men were about to grab him, he let out a cold grunt.
Looking at this situation, Mu Xiaoyao would not rest until he was brought back to the Mu Mansion.
He stood up, fixed his gaze on Mu Xiaoyao and then glanced at Baili Xia.
Initially brimming with anger, he was momentarily replaced with a shallow smile.
"It appears that someone has gotten into trouble today, cannot find anyone to vent on, and now wants to take it out on me?"
Mu Xiaoyao ignored him and turned to leave.
