Luo Xiao clutched her mouth tightly, his eyes suddenly reddened at the words, he trembled as he reached out with the other hand, holding her close, "Xiao Ran, do you really love him that much..."
Tong Ran's throat was sore, she couldn't even speak properly, "Yes..."
"Spit it out!" Luo Xiao grabbed her nape with one hand, pressing her whole body down, "Spit it out quickly!"
Outside the cemetery, Mo Nanjue leaned against the car door, his handsome eyes narrowed lightly, his gaze falling casually in the distance, the burnt-out cigarette scalded his fingers, the man hissed and flicked his hand, standing straight up, "How long has it been?"
The man in black standing beside him glanced at the time when asked, "Exactly fifteen minutes."
Mo Nanjue pulled out another cigarette and lit it, "Get someone to go in and take a look, remember, stay far away, just watch, don't let her find out."
"Yes, Young Master."
The man in black turned and entered the cemetery.
