At this moment, she felt as if her chest had been dug out with a large hole.
Mo Nanjue's thin lips pressed tightly, he wrapped Tong Ran's slender waist to let her lie back down on the bed, tucking her in, "Sleep for a while, I'll come back up soon."
Tong Ran grasped the quilt and nodded, burying her little face into it. At such times, she just wanted to lie down quietly, and Mo Nanjue naturally understood this.
The man got up and left the room.
The servant saw the officer out.
Mo Nanjue walked out, his hands in his pockets as he stood in the garden, his perfect figure casting a long shadow in the night. Chen An came out and stood beside him, handing him a cigarette.
After lighting the cigarette, the man held it between his fingers but didn't take a puff. He slightly raised his handsome eyes, his gaze wandering into the vast night.
After Chen An finished smoking a cigarette, he spoke, "About that earring..."
