Her hands were behind her back.
In her right hand, she held the dagger that Luo Xiao had placed into her hand, coated with poison.
Tong Ran remained motionless, her mind devoid of self-awareness, and a bloodthirsty crimson appeared in her dazed eyes.
Mo Nanjue arrived outside the glass room, and at a glance, he saw her, a sting in his eyes; she was pregnant, yet Luo Xiao was still heartless enough to lock her in here.
Mo Nanjue approached and tapped gently on the glass window.
"Tong Ran." He couldn't suppress the soft call from his thin lips.
The woman remained motionless. Although her head was lifted, she only stared straight ahead without turning it.
Mo Nanjue furrowed his brows, tightly observing her serene profile; Tong Ran seemed asleep, her eyes open but unmoving.
Doubt arose in his heart; this wasn't normal for her. Could it be that the poison was taking effect?
Behind him, a few Men in Black returned after a patrol, "Young Master?"
