Mo Nanjue didn't move, his delicate profile showcased a red handprint, his expression grim, with a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth, "That's quite straightforward, Tong Ran. So now you can casually slap me? Are you so sure I can't bear to hit you back?"
"..."
Tong Ran lowered her hand, her first instinct was to apologize, but the words changed their tone at the tip of her tongue, "You... can hit me too."
"You want me to hit you?" Ice-coldness crept into Mo Nanjue's eyes, he raised his hand against the glass window beside her head, leaning slightly closer, "Tong Ran, you mean to say, for Luo Tingsong and Luo Xiao, we can slaughter each other?"
"Must you distort my words like this?" Tong Ran turned her head aside, unwilling to meet his gaze, "My uncle is lying inside, is it wrong for me to be sad? Just because you hate Luo Xiao, does that mean you have to be so cold-blooded towards his family too?"
