Tong Ran placed the throw pillow aside, stood up, and walked to the balcony.
Luo Xiao came to her side, staring intently at her profile, "Why did you get up so early?"
He handed her a cup of hot milk.
Tong Ran didn't speak. She turned around, recalling the image of the Empire Jue Building collapsing with a loud crash. Her heart felt suffocated, as if something was forcibly taken away. She couldn't believe Mo Nanjue wouldn't feel pain.
If he was in pain, she was in pain too.
The expression on Tong Ran's small face suddenly turned cold. She rarely took the glass cup and then raised her hand to splash the entire cup of milk directly onto Luo Xiao's face!
The warm liquid splattered across his face, and Luo Xiao instinctively closed his eyes.
The servant standing nearby was accustomed to such scenes and quickly fetched a towel.
Luo Xiao waved his hand, turned around, and went into the bathroom.
