"Yes, I mind, I mind so much I could die, damn it, I mind that he accompanied you for twenty-one years!"
Mo Nanjue said as he swung the wine glass in his hand and smashed it against the wall. The red liquid splattered alongside the shards of glass, producing an extremely jarring crash. Tong Ran shrank her shoulders, only to be grabbed by the man's arm and flung onto the bed.
"Ah—"
She instinctively protected her belly, while Mo Nanjue turned to shield her from the flying glass shards, some piercing his back. The man furrowed his brows but didn't move.
Tong Ran sat on the edge of the bed, using her hand to support herself, "What are you doing?"
Mo Nanjue stood in the shadow, the light casting a dark and gloomy expression on his face. Tong Ran frowned, "Mo Nanjue, if you really mind this child, I'll get rid of it. There's no need to hold it in yourself; it only makes us both miserable..."
