Certainly, here's the translation:
Nangong Mo's purple eyes gradually extinguished their dazzling light, returning to indifference.
Beside him, Bai Fei hadn't yet realized the man's change, still trying hard to cajole him, "Fourth Young Master, if you're afraid of Bao Gucheng, just say it. He's snatching people right in front of you, taking food from the tiger's mouth, he..."
Especially since he didn't even bring him along on the plane, humph!
Nangong Mo interrupted Bai Fei, his tone cold and lazy, "I'm not interested in the people he lays hands on."
Bai Fei was shocked.
No way, Fourth Young Master, that wasn't your attitude in the tomb chamber earlier.
Damn, you were practically glued to my little Ancestor, following him step by step, and now you shamelessly claim you're not interested?
Who would've thought, that what shocked him even more was Nangong Mo not avoiding him at all, instructing his subordinates right in front of him, "Watch Bao Gucheng."
