She knew he was always fully equipped. After taking out the small knife, Tong Ran glanced at Mo Nanjue. The man remained with a cold expression on his handsome face, so she prepared to walk out, but her hand was still pulled back.
Tong Ran turned her head around, biting her bottom lip, "Don't be like this..."
Mo Nanjue looked down at her, and the emotion and reluctance in her eyes were very clear. He sighed, took the knife from her hand, and led her over.
He bent down to pass the knife over.
"Thank you." The woman took it and gave the two of them a grateful glance, saying nothing more, and focused on leaning over to extract the bullet from Jesse's chest.
Tong Ran grabbed Mo Nanjue's arm, quickly turning her head away, "I remember I helped you remove a bullet too."
The feeling of the small knife slanting into his back, Tong Ran still remembered clearly, the kind of pain she couldn't even imagine how he endured.
