The man's exquisite profile slightly drooped, a touch of bitterness sliding past his eyes. If she knew everything, could she still sleep so peacefully in his arms?
Mo Nanjue closed his eyes, as if he could see Tong Ran hanging onto his arm, pouting with a spoiled look, "Mo Nanjue... I'm so bored, dance for me."
He would definitely turn over and pin her down.
"Young Master?" The men in black called softly from the side.
Mo Nanjue snapped back to reality, withdrew his gaze, and stepped into the car, "Let's go."
The men in black lowered their heads, it wasn't the first time the Young Master was so absentminded...
Ah...
He sighed, and then followed into the car.
The black sedan circled around the intersection like a ghost, then sped off in the opposite direction.
***
When Rong Qin woke up, what greeted her eyes was a stretch of white.
