Mo Nanjue crossed his arms behind his head; the issue wasn't about killing someone—he was used to killing—but rather about who to kill. He squinted, "What, you want to commit patricide and I have to help you?"
Luo Xiao's expression remained calm, "As long as you do this, I will provide the antidote for Tong Ran."
Mo Nanjue leaned back, "What if I say no?"
Luo Xiao raised his chin slightly, "Feel free to say no, if you can bear watching her succumb to the poison."
"Can you truly bear that?"
"Compared to that, I can't bear seeing her with you even more."
Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, a cold smile tugging at his lips, "I really didn't realize that you could eat someone up so obsessively."
"If you had let go earlier, none of this would have happened."
Mo Nanjue stood up, "That's a message for yourself."
Seeing him step away, Luo Xiao also stood up, sweeping his eyes over the man's back, "You're unwilling to do it?"
