At the moment when Ye Xingyu's gaze met his, the old master of the Xiao Family felt a moment of daze, always feeling as if he had seen that kind of look somewhere before. But quickly, the prejudices in his heart made him put on a different face.
With displeasure written all over his face, he said, "You say there's no harm, and that's that? You're not even blood siblings!"
Hearing this, Ye Xingyu's little head immediately drooped, his small hands brought forward, gently clasping together, rubbing back and forth, clearly showing how upset he was.
For some reason, the old master of the Xiao Family, who had originally been ready to vent his anger on Ye Xingyu, felt his heart soften for a moment.
He cleared his throat lightly, cocked his head, and said, "What if something happens to your sister?"
"My sister won't get hurt. I... I... I will do my best to save her," Ye Xingyu murmured, sounding obedient and well-behaved.