Tong Ran looked up at his words and met his gaze, "Isn't that just being mean?"
"..." The man's face darkened, "Are you trying to trap me with words?"
"Why would I want to trap you with words?" Tong Ran shook her head, "I just think you're too fierce, I'm afraid you'll hit me."
"I never hit women."
With this statement, Tong Ran suddenly thought of Han Qingqing, and she turned her head away, "Everyone says that, but acting on it is another matter entirely."
"I always do what I say," Mo Nanjue tirelessly turned her face back to him, "Do you really not remember me?"
"I don't remember," Tong Ran didn't struggle, her gaze intense as she looked at him, "Then, what are you to me?"
Mo Nanjue saw her calm eyes and really didn't seem to be lying; the man thought for a moment and felt this was a good opportunity, "I am your husband."
"..." Tong Ran was almost choked by the man's answer, she looked at him in astonishment, "How could you possibly be my husband?"
