"Anyway, the Luo family has already been burned down. If you say this thing was found by the Luo family, then it was found by the Luo family," Mo Nanjue tapped his long forefinger on the edge of the table, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "Consider how to say it, but make her believe, at least for now, that this thing was left to her by Luo Tingsong, understand?"
He spoke so seriously, the police officer dared not misunderstand and quickly nodded repeatedly, "Understood, understood... Young Master Jue, don't worry, I'll explain it well."
"Hmm."
Mo Nanjue nodded, stood up, and walked upstairs.
The police officer hurried to follow him.
Upon reaching the main bedroom, the servant standing by gently knocked on the door, "Miss Tong."
On the large bed, Tong Ran remained curled up. Hearing this, she raised her head, moved her sore arms, and took a coat to drape over herself. "Come in."
The servant opened the door.
