Her words were crisp and clear, leaving the man bewildered. He stared at her for a long while before speaking, "Tong Ran, are you courting death?"
"Didn't you just say you'd give me whatever I want?" She seized the opportunity to counter him, "Are you already planning to kill me?"
"..."
Mo Nanjue's face darkened, "Say that again."
"What did I say?" Tong Ran looked innocent and pure, "Anyway, you never bully your own woman, so what could I have said?"
Mo Nanjue: "..."
Tong Ran glanced at him sideways, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
The man's dark eyes narrowed, "I'm thinking about how you should die."
"What's there to think about?" Tong Ran knowingly patted his shoulder, blocking his words again, "If you don't have the resistance to not hit me, why have you survived until now?"
Mo Nanjue's gaze was so dark it could almost kill, "Tong Ran, try saying that again?"
