He spoke and turned to walk outside, and Tong Ran instinctively grabbed his wrist, "Where are you going?"
"I'm so cold-blooded, why do you care?" Mo Nanjue shook off her hand, sneering, and pointed inside the glass window, "Just stay with your uncle. If he wakes up, you can serve him tea and water; don't miss such an important moment in life."
"You..." Tong Ran was pushed back two steps. She gasped and looked up, "Mo Nanjue, you're simply unreasonable!"
Mo Nanjue suddenly turned around, "Yes, I'm unreasonable. But Luo Xiao is reasonable, right? He's gentle like jade, right? Fine, then go find him," he reached out and grabbed Tong Ran's slender shoulders, "Do you want me to buy you a ticket? I wonder if he's even lucky enough to see you again?"
"Mo Nanjue, is it interesting to mock me like this?" Tong Ran sneered, "If my uncle can wake up and Luo Xiao isn't dead, would you want to shoot him again in front of him?"
