Tong Ran lowered her head and said nothing.
Mo Nanjue looked at her coldly, "Did you come to me to perform silence?"
Tong Ran stood still, her nose tingling; she spoke in a small voice, "I came to you because of what happened just now."
"What matter?"
"About our argument."
"Speak."
"The few words I said…"
"I've forgotten it all."
"..."
Tong Ran lifted her head in shock.
Mo Nanjue suddenly stood up and approached her, Tong Ran instinctively wanted to embrace him, but the man merely brushed past her shoulder, went to the freezer, and took out a bottle of red wine.
He extended his right hand to grasp the bottle's neck, poured it into a wine glass, the fine wine stained the transparent wall of the glass crimson, Tong Ran immediately noticed the bruises on his arm.
Her heart tightened, she grabbed his hand, "What's happened here?"
"Can you really care about so much?" Mo Nanjue glanced at it, shrugged her hand off, "What can happen to someone cold-blooded like me?"
"..."
