Mo Nanjue lifted the corners of his mouth, he indeed had drunk a lot tonight, but at this moment, he was not drunk. The man pushed away the woman clinging to him and strode towards the outside.
As soon as he walked out, his eyes swept over the woman standing with her back to him at the door; he couldn't help but think how much her silhouette resembled Tong Ran.
Was he now seeing her in everything?!
Mo Nanjue's handsome face was cold; this feeling really made him very uncomfortable. He was about to turn and leave when the woman suddenly turned around, and amidst the shifting movements, their eyes met.
The man was taken aback.
He furrowed his brows, even doubting whether he was drunk.
When Tong Ran saw him looking over, she too was startled. She moved her lips, "Mo Nanjue..."
