Mo Nanjue: "..."
The man's elbow propped on the desk, his wrist resting against his forehead, reached out to switch off the screen after hearing that sentence.
But in the next instant, Tong Ran stood up straight, sighing lightly, "But why did I have to fall in love with such a big bastard?"
"..."
A tremor went through Mo Nanjue's heart, and he suddenly raised his head, his sharp gaze piercing through.
On the screen, the woman bent slightly as she looked at the cat before her. Without having to get close, one could tell she must be emitting the fresh scent of a shower. A trace of unshakable sorrow was gathered between her brows, "I love him, but I also hurt him with my own hands…"
"..."
Mo Nanjue's brows furrowed. Was she indirectly admitting to having slept with Luo Xiao?
