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“Brother You.” Baili Xia hurried to his side.

Bei Tianyou nodded at Baili Xia, a hint of gentleness in his gaze.

He strode to the courtyard entrance, walked ahead of Mu Xiaoyao, and stared straight at Bei Shengri.

“I don’t understand what Second Uncle means by this today? Are you going to snatch someone right from my Bi Luo Pavilion?”

Bei Shengri sneered coldly, usually somewhat apprehensive of Bei Tianyou.

But now his son was dead, and to avenge him, he wasn’t afraid to offend anyone.

“You, Mu Xiaoyao killed Zicheng, this account must be settled today.”

Ling Lin spoke with less courtesy: “Bei Tianyou, don’t think you can protect him just because you’re here.”

“He killed my son, I don’t care who it is, I won’t show him any face.”

Bei Tianyou raised an eyebrow, a trace of coldness passing over his face.

“What evidence do you have?”

Bei Shengri tightened his palm; he had no solid evidence.

In front of Mu Xiaoyao and Baili Xia, he could use flimsy evidence as an excuse to take them away.

But in front of Bei Tianyou, he couldn’t do that.

After thinking for a bit, Bei Shengri said, “Mu Xiaoyao is the prime suspect, who else would we question?”

Bei Tianyou smirked and said, “This doesn’t count as evidence. If we take someone away just on suspicion, wouldn’t the Bei Family be left to ridicule?”

“Don’t you think so, Aunt?”

The lukewarm gaze landed on Bei Qingyue, who trembled immediately.

She forced a smile and said, “That’s easy to say, but Brother’s grief over losing a son, we must also consider that mindset.”

She’s currently helping neither side; ideally, Bei Tianyou would just comply and let Bei Shengri take the person.

If trouble arises, it won’t have much to do with the Bei Family.

Bei Tianyou nodded, understanding Bei Qingyue’s intention.

He’s also a member of the Bei Family, not completely disregarding its interests.

But this girl’s matter, he wouldn’t ignore.

“I understand Second Uncle’s feelings, but doing so would damage the Bei Family.”

“If Mu Xiaoyao is not the murderer, there will inevitably be a lot of gossip defaming the Bei Family.”

Bei Tianyou’s voice softened, he took two steps forward, approaching Bei Shengri.

His voice lowered a few notches: “Second Uncle, let’s do it this way.”

“Hold Mu Xiaoyao at Bi Luo Pavilion. Anything you want to ask Second Uncle can come and question him here.”

“Give me seven days to find the truth.”

Though his voice was gentle, it brooked no disagreement.

Bei Tianyou wasn’t negotiating with Bei Shengri; he certainly wouldn’t let him take them away.

Bei Qingyue behind him heard this too, her brows furrowing.

“Seven days? You, can you really find any evidence in seven days?”

Bei Tianyou glanced at her, said lightly: “Do you think we have any other options?”

Bei Qingyou’s attitude disappointed him, even though it was to protect the Bei Family.

But this method would still bring criticism to the Bei Family.

Bei Qingyue’s face flushed with awkwardness, she turned her head and said nothing.

Bei Shengri was still calculating, also worried that if Mu Xiaoyao wasn’t the killer, he’d create a formidable enemy for himself.

But Bei Zicheng is dead, and without other clues, he just wants to avenge him as quickly as possible.

If they really can find the murderer, he would be willing to wait.

He looked up at Bei Tianyou: “What if you can’t find the murderer?”

Bei Tianyou had long anticipated this question and immediately replied: “If I can’t find them, I’m willing to hand the security department’s authority to you.”

“Of course, the qualification for this year’s security department competition will also be handed over.”

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