Su Qingtian only felt that gaze flaying her to bloody pieces; she hurriedly shook her head, her voice so broken it was barely recognizable. "It… it's okay."
"Why are you being so fierce?" Tong Ran reached out and wrapped her arms around Mo Nanjue's neck. "You'll scare my sister."
Her smile bloomed like a flower, completely unaware of what was going on here. Mo Nanjue slipped an arm around her waist; he didn't spare Su Qingtian another glance, just held Tong Ran as he sat down. "Eat your food."
Tong Ran only assumed he didn't like talking much to others—he had always had this rotten temper. She sat fully on Mo Nanjue's lap. Su Lan came over carrying dishes. "Xiao Ran!"
"Mom…" Tong Ran leaned against Mo Nanjue's chest. "We're all family, what's there to be afraid of?"
Su Qingtian felt a bitter tang clogging her throat; she stood off to the side. Seeing this, Tong Ran reached over and grabbed her hand. "Sis, why aren't you sitting?"
