After all, she was a significant liability, and they absolutely couldn't allow Han Qingqing to converse with Xiao Ran while conscious. Luo Xiao was well aware of this, and his expression softened, "Call more people over, no need to show up, just lie in ambush around us."
The burly man beside him nodded, "Young Master, what about you...?"
"I'll go get ready. Come pick me up in twenty minutes."
"Yes, Young Master."
***
In the vast darkness of the night, four black sedans sped down the highway.
On the backseat of one of the cars, Mo Nanjue sat by the window. The man opened the window a crack, and the whooshing cold wind poured in.
His forehead's deep brown auburn hair was blown about, and Tong Ran reached over to smooth it down for him, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," Mo Nanjue closed the window and looked at her askance, "wondering when you'll be 'well'."
"..." Tong Ran glanced at the driver and hurriedly punched him, "Be serious!"
