If he really said that...
"What's wrong?" Tong Ran looked up, "You called me but you're not speaking..."
Mo Nanjue hugged her tightly, his hand on her waist trembling slightly. The man curled his lips. Is this fear?
Fearless of anything, but afraid of her.
This feeling of gain and loss was more intense and mournful than losing Empire Jue or losing family.
Tong Ran didn't know how long it had been. No matter how she called him, he wouldn't make a sound, so long that she nearly fell asleep in his arms, then Mo Nanjue let go of her, "Let's go."
Tong Ran rubbed her eyes, "Where to?"
"To see your uncle."
Mo Nanjue noticed she was almost drenched in sweat, her hair sticking to her cheeks, so he carried her back to the car.
...
Chen An had two nursing homes in Jinhai City, Mo Nanjue sold one among them, keeping the other one which was exquisitely decorated.
Luo Tingsong was arranged in the VIP ward at the innermost section.
