Song Jade glanced at the blood-covered face of Ye Ranran: "So impatient, it seems we really did bet on the right treasure."
"Cut the crap, I know exactly what you want, but I need to make sure she's unharmed first," Jun Mochan struggled to keep his voice steady.
"Can you still talk?" Song Jade covered the mouthpiece and looked down condescendingly at Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran did not answer him, but stretched out her hand and grabbed his trousers.
"I can give you the mouthpiece, but you know very well what to say," Song Jade looked down at Ye Ranran's pale hand.
Ye Ranran nodded slightly.
Song Jade shoved the mouthpiece into her hand.
Ye Ranran struggled to bring the mouthpiece to her ear, her lips trembling a few times before she managed to say a complete sentence: "Don't come over, I don't care."
"Ranran, how are you?" Jun Mochan's calm voice could no longer be maintained.
"I'm fine, but I'm afraid I won't be if I see you, you... ah..."
