Mo Nanjue looked at her small face, his sharp eyes catching a hint of urgency.
The man's eyes narrowed. Was she afraid that if he and Luo Xiao fought, Luo Xiao would get hurt?
In such an awkward situation, Fu Qingshuang naturally did not want to stay any longer. She turned her cart to the side, "Young Master Jue, we'll be leaving first."
Luo Xiao stood still, his gaze still fixed on Tong Ran. Since that time in the hospital ward, when he heard her calling out Mo Nanjue's name in her sleep, his longing had become even deeper. He had even felt an impulse to take her by force, but not long after, Tong Ran was discharged.
Tong Ran lowered her gaze. She could feel Luo Xiao's eyes on her, but at that moment she couldn't care less; she was more worried that Mo Nanjue would get angry. This man, when enraged, was relentless. She pulled on his arm again, "Let's go, or the beef will lose its flavor if it thaws."
Mo Nanjue also didn't move, his gaze locked on Luo Xiao.
