"The kind that dies before even appearing."
"You..."
Tong Ran, feeling indignant, nudged his chest with her elbow. She said casually, "Maybe the CIA has their eyes on me."
Mo Nanjue pulled down his leg and turned her face towards him, "You're fat and ugly, only I would be interested in you. Don't dream anyone else would."
"That's right," Tong Ran nodded in agreement, smiling sweetly, "Who would have thought that the esteemed Young Master Jue would be blind?"
Mo Nanjue's eyes darkened, surprised to find himself trapped by his own words, "Tong Ran, say that to me again!"
"I don't dare..."
At this moment, the home theater door was knocked twice, "Young Master."
"Speak!"
Li Qin paused, why so aggressive, "Someone is lingering outside Zhongjing Court of Dreams. From our observations, it seems like he wants to sneak in."
Mo Nanjue halted his motion to kiss Tong Ran and looked up, "Come in."
Only then did Li Qin push the door to walk in.
