Tong Ran curled her lips into a cold smile, looking at Meng Yao, "So is she also your woman? Is she the first woman you slept with?"
She hit his sore spot, a gentle jab enough to unravel him, Luo Xiao's face turned cold as he forcefully shook off Meng Yao's hand, "No, if you don't like her, I can make her disappear immediately."
Meng Yao widened her eyes at his words, "Young Master..."
Tong Ran let out a cold laugh, "You've truly become ruthless in killing. You keep saying Mo Nanjue isn't a good person, but how much better are you?"
Twenty-one years of companionship brought such deep-seated hurt, Tong Ran closed her eyes, masking her grief.
Luo Xiao stepped forward, reaching out to encircle her waist, "Let's go back to the villa first."
"I'm not going back," Tong Ran shook off his hand, "Either let me go, or I'll stay right here."
If Mo Nanjue comes to rescue her, Tong Ran can't guarantee he will find that villa.
